我需要一个上帝,他就住在我的隔壁,我们是很亲密的邻居。我们的房屋只隔着一扇天窗,天窗上垂下白色的帷幔。大多数时光,上帝都不在家,我就在自己的房屋里,写一个很长的童话。我的童话世界就从我的房屋,啊,一直漫延,漫过上帝所要经过的路途。我的上帝呀,你是不是看见一个背着花篮的小矮人,丝滑温润的花篮在她背上翩飞。你一定以为她是小姑娘,其实她的白发,已照暗了地球的月光,遮住了野苋菜的叶影。她从来没有去过客栈,走累了,就在花篮里歇脚。花篮里其实什么都没有,面包、牛 I need a God, he lives next door to me, we are very close neighbors. Our house is only separated by a skylight, hanging white curtains on the skylight. Most of the time, God is not at home, I wrote a very long fairy tale in my own house. My fairy tale world is from my house, ah, has been extended, diffused by God on the road to go through. My God, do you see a dwarf carrying a basket of flowers, a silky, gentle flower basket flying over her back? You must think that she is a little girl, in fact, her white hair, the dark moon has shone on the earth, covering the leaves of wild amaranth. She has never been to the inn, walk tired, rest in the basket. In fact, nothing in the basket, bread, cow