黑夜曾告诉过我,失眠是恩赐,它给你多于常人的时间去整理思绪。我一直这样忠实于黑,守着那些细碎的过往紧紧不放。那么,换个生活方式呢。零点的脉搏比平常脆弱,想念却恰如失去意志力的洪水猛兽一遍一遍击打着敏感神经,时针被拉扯着挪不动脚步。操纵黑夜的看不见的手同样操纵着我的思绪,想你,触不可及。当所有的意志被黑夜填满,我却还能给你留下一席之地,包裹着我原本汹涌泛滥的渴望,关于你。 Night had told me that insomnia is a gift, it gives you more than ordinary people time to organize their thoughts. I have been so loyal to black, guarding those fragmented past tightly. Well, another way of life yet. The pulse of the zero point is weaker than usual, but it is just like the devastating beast of loss of willpower hitting the sensitive nerves again and again. The hour hand is pulled by a motionless footsteps. The invisible hand manipulating the night also manipulates my thoughts, miss you, touch. When all the will to be filled by the darkness, I still can give you a place, wrapped around my thirst for a flood, about you.