某一天,醒在梦的边沿。手指间,光线有些特别。我看见,光在预言着改变,那灿烂,燃烧成疯狂的世界……我们在大朵大朵的向日葵前遇见,他执著地爱着向日葵那黄金一般绚丽的色彩,因为我看见他眼中那纠缠的痛苦和疯狂痴迷的渴望。他笔下那自由流畅又不失大胆的线条,使一朵朵绽放的葵花如火焰一般随意、热烈而明亮。不知是不是说给我听的,他说“这是爱的最强光”。 One day, wake up at the edge of the dream. Between fingers, some special light. I saw the light prophetically changing, that brilliant, burning into a mad world ... We met in front of a big, large flower sunflower, he clinging to sunflower gold color, because I saw his eyes that entanglement The craving for craving and crazy obsession. His free-flowing, bold, bold lines make blossoming sunflowers as warm, luminous and warm as fire. I do not know is not to say to me, he said “This is the strongest light of love ”.