心好像是空空的,需要一直找朋友东西填满它这样,
填满了过后,又会突然间变空的,
就好像把一盘水放在撒哈拉沙漠上一样,一下子就蒸发不见了
房间开着冷气,晾凉的,
可是每一口吸进去的空气,都好像缺乏一些感觉
就好像壁虎没有了尾巴,不完美
你是否曾经不常挂在嘴边但如此的重要?
甚至连呼吸也带来一种冷静的痛?
You do whatever you want, you cry whenever you want, you survive in whatever ways there are, because nobody is going to care about you, except yourself, that is the only thing that matters.