啊,你心里下了一场大雪。大地一片白茫茫。在你手绘的时光地图上,有一段日子成了雪山,有一个人成了果园。有一座白房子成了你的牢狱。啊,雪人在消融,仿佛时光的奶酪在煎锅中溶化。春雨滴答,那也是时间的滴答,雨丝也是时间的暗箭,在斜风中失去了准头。铁轨铺向远方,黎明将至,一列火车从往事的隧道呼啸而来。有一段记忆,成了你无法泅渡的海域。一截树桩,成了你的伤口。一段月光与雪堆砌的小径,将你送回故园。你瞧, Oh, there’s a heavy snowfall in your heart. A vast expanse of white earth. There are snow-capped mountains in some of your hand-drawn time maps, and some of you have become orchards. A white house has become your prison. Ah, the snowman is melting, as if the time the cheese melted in the frying pan. Spring ticking, it is also a ticking time, rain is also a stab of time, lost in the oblique wind quasi-head. Railroad paved to the distance, dawn approaching, a train from the past tunnels roared. There is a memory, you can not cross the sea. A pile of stumps has become your wound. A moonlight and snow-piled trail will return you to your hometown. look,