再也没有留恋的斜阳再也没有倒映的月亮你床上的枕头真软。零九年的这个时候,我在青岛。那个傍晚,我正走在通往天主教堂的路上。远远地就看见它纤细的塔尖高耸,刺破了火烧云似血液一样肆虐的天空。当我正沉浸于这片黄昏,我的房东老陈的短信不合时宜地出现了。 Never again nostalgic sun never reflected the moon pillow in your bed is really soft. At this time of nine years, I was in Qingdao. That evening, I was on my way to the Catholic Church. Far to see it slender towering spire, pierced the sky like a cloud of blood raging fire. When I was immersed in this dusk, my landlord Lao Chen’s text message unexpectedly appeared.