內心千愁萬緒,但一個字也說不出口。一團糟的日子裡,還以為會有轉機,實則無。生活一如既往地荒蕪蒼涼,挺好的,是習慣的模樣。 我說不出這心為什麼那樣默默地頹喪著。是為了它那不曾要求,不曾知道,不曾記得的小小的需要。“I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence.It is for small needs it never asks, or knows or remembers.” -《飛鳥集》