常常一个人在冰冷的夜里,拿起镜子,想照出自己童年的影子,可出现在眼前的却是一片死沉……我不清楚,为什么怕黑的我也会爱上这死寂般的黑夜,喜欢看着夜色一点一点的把阳光吞没。我害怕白天,因为感觉在白天,自己正渐渐找不到原来的自己,似乎只有在深夜无人的时刻,才能体会自己的存在。究竟是什么让我如此迷惘,就像蚂蚁迷失方向,再也找不到出洞的路,我不得不怀念以前的自己,曾是一种怎样的状态。 Often a person in the cold of the night, pick up the mirror, want to take the shadow of their own childhood, but in front of us is a dead ... ... I do not know why I am afraid of the black I will fall in love with the dead of the night , Like watching the night a little bit of the sun engulfed. I am afraid of the day, because I feel in the daytime, I am gradually unable to find the original myself, it seems only in the middle of the night no one can understand their own existence. What makes me so confused, like ants lost direction, can no longer find a way out of the hole, I have to miss the previous one, was a kind of state.