我认识酒的时候,酒还不认识我。酒,在我身外活着。在这种透明的液体面前,我似乎没有权利说三道四。喝掉它,我又怀疑自己的勇气。面对酒,我就怀念家族中值得怀念的人物。回忆如酒,回忆真好,有时我真的茅塞顿开。爷喝酒。过去,村上哪年都会死孩子,专事扔死孩子的老关头死后,爷捡 When I know wine, wine does not know me yet. Wine, alive outside of me. In the face of this transparent liquid, I seem to have no right to make irresponsible remarks. Drink it, I doubt their own courage. In the face of wine, I miss the family memorable figure. Memories of wine, memories are good, sometimes I really startling. Lord drink. In the past, Murakami will die of children in that year, specializing in throwing dead children’s old age after death, the Lord picked up