不知何时开始,我学会了思索。总会在半夜里醒来,呆呆地坐在潮冷的地板上,思索着一些不知何时闯入我世界的心事。有时脑子里一片茫然,眼睛里只有空洞,却也痴痴地在那儿愣了一晚上。直到第一缕如丝如缕的阳光洒在我的窗台上,才意识到新的一天又开始了。那些莫名奇妙的感觉总在我? I do not know when to start, I learned to think. He would wake up in the middle of the night, sit still on the cold floor, and ponder some thoughts of not knowing when to break into my world. Sometimes there was a vacancy in his mind, and there was only a hollow in his eyes, but he also spent a night there. It was not until the first glimmering sun shined on my windowsill that I realized that the new day had begun again. Those inexplicable feelings always lie to me?