绿油油的草皮,一件件晾在衣架上的衣物,有蓝、白、黑,没有红,也没有绿。
我也远远地看著正在看著我的男人。
也许他的迷人之处,在于我不晓得他的名字。
一阵阵奇妙声响,敲打著男孩的心房。积在天边就快要溢出的黑云,还未降下雨水。
而男人站在那里,远远地看著,凝视著一个尚未开始的梦。
Green turf, clothes hanging on hangers, blue, white, black, red and green.
I also looked at the man who was looking at me from a distance.
Perhaps his charm lies in that I don't know his name.
Waves of wonderful sounds pounded the boy's heart.
The dark clouds that have accumulated on the horizon and are about to overflow have not yet rained.
And the man stood there, watching from a distance, staring at a dream that has not yet begun.
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