就算只有百分之一的机会,我也会死死抓住命运的强索,直到手掌磨破的那天。在这天到来之前,就让我用尽全力向那个叫“奇迹”的地方奔跑吧。直到百日誓师那天,我才如梦初醒。高高的舞台上垂着暗红色的华丽幕布,老师在上面踱来踱去,灼热的光从南到北一直跟随着他,好让他每个昂扬的表情都落入我们眼底。那些煽动人心的句子掷地有声,就像是传说中塞壬的歌声, Even if only one percent of the opportunities, I will seize the hardship of destiny, until the palm of the day worn. Before this day arrives, let me try my best to run to the place called “Miracle”. I did not wake up until the day of the 100th Prayers. Dark gaudy drapes lined the high stage, the teacher paced up and over, and the burning light followed him from south to north, so that every expression of his high will fall into our eyes. Sentimental sentences thrown loudly, like the legendary Siren song,