我认为生活是枯燥、无味的。当天空还蒙蒙亮,天边泛着鱼肚白时,我总能听见厨房中传来的声音。而当我再次睁眼并起床时,空空如也的房间里只弥漫着奶香和麦片香,其余一无所有。尽管鸡蛋壳上还留着余温,尽管已有一丝阳光透过,而我的心仍凉凉的,像那冬天的冰雪。当打开家门的刹那,我希望闻到饭香,希望见到光亮,可有的只是昏暗的屋子及冰冷的家具。欢快的音乐,交织的灯光,却也赶不走无垠的孤寂。直到那日 I think life is boring, tasteless. When the sky was still glittering and the sky flooded, I could always hear the sound from the kitchen. And when I opened my eyes again and got up, nothing was left in the empty room filled with creamy milk and muesli. Despite the warmth of the eggshell, my heart was still cool, even though there was a glimmer of sunlight, like the winter snow and ice. When I open my door, I hope I can smell the rice, I hope to see the light, but there may be dark houses and cold furniture. Cheerful music, intertwined lights, but also catch the boundless loneliness. Until that day