灰白剪影灰尘中的一些剪影,场地上的一点旧梦,此刻简短地在一些白纸上升腾。一扇窗内的景象正在左右人的悲喜,这一时刻交给黑白的字迹,让生动的感官谨慎无形。各种色彩组成了世界的各种质地,那些鲜活的情绪,怎样在一些让人举棋不定的字迹上开满花朵,仿佛透过一些紧张的气息,真的可以改变什么。窗外已经没有了蝴蝶,色彩鲜艳的夏日已经在季节的深处隐藏,秋天或者初冬,不知 Silhouettes of gray silhouette of some of the dust, the site of a little old dream, at the moment briefly rising in some white paper. The sight of a window is about people’s joys and sorrows, at this moment to black and white handwriting, vivid sensory cautious. Various colors make up the various textures of the world, those vivid emotions, and how to make flowers full of indecisive handwriting, as if something can be changed with some tense atmosphere. The window has no butterflies, the colorful summer has been hidden in the depths of the season, autumn or early winter, I do not know