4月17日晴日子就这样不断地朝身后行走,带着未知未觉的蒙面感朝着更加蒙面的未来走去。走过凄冷的街道,站在尽头回过头去,看见那些逝去的日子,虽然明快,却又显得那么苍白,无力。恍然之间发现——我们长大了。——写在前面坐在窗前,望着窗外发呆,我就在想,曾经那样清晰的痕迹也? On April 17th, the sunny day continued to walk backwards and walked towards the more masked future with a sense of uncannyness. Walking through the cold streets, I stood at the end and looked back to see the days of those who were gone. Although they were clear, they looked pale and powerless. Suddenly discovered - we grow up. - Wrote in front of the window and stared out of the window in a daze. I was thinking that there were traces of such clarity.