我喜欢走在冬天,喜欢寒冷而干燥的空气,那种呼吸似乎很真实。大街小巷几乎是没有人的,即使有人,也只是行色匆匆的过客,不会停留。我也一直往前走,唯一不同的是,他们有方向,我没有方向。我一直在等,在我一个人低着头的时候,你会突然递给我一杯奶茶,然后看着我惊讶的表情傻傻地笑。我一直在等,在我仰着头噙满泪水的时候,你抱着我很温柔地说那句“年年,你别哭”。真的,我没有说谎,我一直一直在等,只是你一直一直都不在。 I like to walk in the winter, like the cold and dry air, that kind of breath seems very real. Almost no one in the streets, even if some people, it is only a hurried pass, will not stay. I have also been moving forward, the only difference is that they have direction, I have no direction. I have been waiting, when I head down, you will suddenly handed me a cup of tea, and then looked at my surprised look silly smile. I have been waiting, when I looked up my head full of tears, you hugged me very gentle phrase “every year, you do not cry.” Really, I did not lie, I have been waiting, but you have not been.