Breadcrumb
201810041726
夏天和冬天之间缺少一种填补
空气与地面之间缺少一种缓冲
我的双脚漫过雕像
浸湿最后一件外套
他们背对着风往前挪动
看见我干涸的虹膜
他们不知道我想念着你
想念着刺穿温度的碰触
我就在这长椅上逐渐失聪
所有音符落回天空中耀眼的云层
There is lacking a kind of fill up between summer and winter
There is lacking a kind of buffer between air and ground
My feet inundate the statue
Wet the last coat
They're moving forward opposite with the wind
Seeing my dry iris
They don't know I'm missing you
Longing for the touch piercing the temperature
I'm on this bench losing hearing gradually
All musical notes falling back to the shinning clouds in the sky