对于我来说 ,这个时间是我最绝望的时候 ,天空惨淡得没有生机 ,小鸟的叫声就是那死亡之神的狞哭。我独自捂着疼痛的伤口走在大街上 ,到处都是灯红酒绿 ,喇叭乱鸣 ,一切都搅得人心烦意乱。为了找一个更为安静的地方 ,我走向一个宁静的湖。大概就在一个小时前 ,我和爸爸大干了一 For me, this time is my most desperate time, the sky was bleak and lifeless, the cry of the crying bird is the god of death. I alone clutching the wounds of pain walking in the street, everywhere is glittering, loudly chanting, everything is upset people distracted. In search of a quieter place, I headed for a peaceful lake. About an hour ago, my father and I worked hard