一阵寒风袭击了我全身,我不知所措,毫无目的地在包里找些什么……姑娘,发生了什么事让你如此表现?不知从何时起,我们在寒冬时会选择在温室内躲藏。寒风对皮肤寒冷的摩擦渐渐淡出记忆,楼宇里的温暖让寒冬成为了一堆有轮廓却没有表情的符号。然而,我们惧怕的又何止是寒冷?当困苦向我们袭来时,我们选择了躲藏。浓黑入墨的天空仿佛藏着无数双深邃的眼睛,俯视着我心中的不安。 A cold wind hit me all over, I know what to do, aimlessly looking for something in the bag ... girl, what happened to make you behave like this? I do not know since when we would choose in the winter when the greenhouse Hide inside. Cold wind on the skin friction gradually fade out of memory, the warmth of the building so that winter has become a bunch of contours but no expression of the symbols. However, what more are we afraid of? When we were struggling with us, we chose to hide. Thick black ink into the sky seems to hide countless pairs of deep eyes, overlooking my heart uneasy.