忏悔那些年,我们互为顽疾,你胸藏闷雷,冲我撂下最狠的话——就让他死在外面!带着仇恨,我越跑越远。生活的惩罚雪球般利滚利堆到我的面前。背你去医院时,我的心被你枯瘦的肋骨彻底戳痛。我才开始学着在文字里救赎,写下一个父亲,对另一个父亲的忏悔。与父书你栓起门,往死里打,我也不会哭。像 Repentance those years, we are each other’s illnesses, your chest stuffy thunder, rushed me down the most ruthless words - let him die outside! With hatred, I ran further and further. The punishment for life is snowballing and heaping it in front of me. When I go back to the hospital, my heart is completely stung by your skinny ribs. I began to learn to redeem in the text, write down a father, repent of another father. And your father book you bolt the door, hit the dead, I will not cry. Like