我的(一點點)十二月
the flower said to him. "It is my fault that you have not known it all the while. That is of no importance. But you-- you have been just as foolish as I. Try to be happy... let the glass globe be. I don't want it any more."
我一直在等,在等。我揮手讓小木船知道我要它,它大概以為我在跟它告別。喂,喂。又也許,小船從沒意思駛過來,只是等瘋了的自己老眼昏花遠近不分罷了。
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