不要医我的病症,只要追你的远景。糖糖是内心里幻化出来的鸟儿,住在城市上空的热气球里。她迷恋南方,她亲切地叫它南方舞厅,里面住满了长着娃娃脸,长睫毛、有琥珀心的玩具熊,暴力熊。她戴着粉红边框的玩具儿童墨镜,穿桃红裙子和黑色上衣出现在无人的街角。红绿灯交错的时候,她在等待马路天使的出现。有时糖糖会想问路人:“我们看起来那么眼熟。我们是不是一起死过?”她想要的他是马路天使,是幻想的走兽。她自己一直在逃跑,一直在走音,想要得到游乐场上的最后胜利。每一个不睡的夜晚,都有内心戏在上演。她在晃荡。白天去书店看书,晚上去女巫店唱歌,在逆风合唱的时候,坚强的小心 Do not cure my illness, just chase your vision. Sugar sugar is a bird that has been illusioned inside, living in a hot air balloon over the city. Her obsession with the South, she kindly called it Southern Ballroom, which live full of baby face, long eyelashes, amber heart teddy bear, violent bears. She wears pink sunglasses with children’s toys, pink skirts and black blouse on the corner of the deserted city. She was waiting for the appearance of an angel on the road when traffic lights crossed. Sometimes sugar will want to ask passers-by: “We look so familiar. We are not dead? ” She wanted him to be a road angel, is a fantasy beast. She has been running away, has been walking, want to get the final victory on the playground. Every night does not sleep, there are inner scenes staged. She is sloshing Go to the bookstore during the day to read the book, go to the witch shop to sing at night, when the wind choir, strong caution