站在电梯里,玻璃罩子外面是声色犬马。我闭上眼体味失重的感觉,在飞速下降的电梯中回忆我的青春年月。我是习惯回忆的人,还在经历青春,就已经开始回忆了。我总是在时光的罅隙中逆向而行,来寻找一些以前的痕迹,然后,遗忘。那些时光像流水一样闪着金黄的光芒从指缝流过,有轻柔细滑的触觉。那些晦暗的青春年月,那些年月里的旧事夹杂着隐忍的内心 Standing in the elevator, outside the glass cover is sensual pleasures. I closed my eyes feeling weightless, recalling my youth in the rapidly falling elevator. I am a man who is used to remembering, and I am still remembered when I am still young. I always reverse the time gap to find some traces of the past, and then forgotten. Those moments shining like golden flash of light flowing through the fingers, soft touch of touch. Those dull youth, those years of old things mixed with a forbearing heart