“Its song echoes, cracking and persistent, stubbornly, it resounds with secret anguish, for yet another summer, yet another winter.”溫潤、遲緩得像融化的雪水流過石塊随着公交车一晃一晃一撞一下就像黑塞的文字一樣
小玩意:210.43.109.89
If you really look at it, you’ll see nothing has changed. But that was exactly the problem - after filling in the same mold for fifteen years, what do you expect other than riled up drama?