每个人的心中都有一片不能轻易触碰的圣地。那些记忆清晰得恍若昨日,却又似乎隔了一层玻璃,不能也不愿去细细回想,只怕失却了这种朦胧的感觉。而这些记忆的载体往往会是很小的东西。或许是一部动漫,或许是一条路,也或许是一首歌。在夜深人静的时候细细回想,或是一个人行走时冷不防听见熟悉至极的音律,那些仿佛刻在灵魂深处的音符就会突然随着血液流动起来,涌向心灵最脆弱的某个部位,挤满了激动或是伤感。 Everyone's heart has a sacred place that can not be easily touched. Those who remember vivid reminding us of scenes yesterday, but seems to be separated by a layer of glass, can not and do not want to think carefully, I'm afraid lost this hazy feeling. The carrier of these memories tend to be very small things. Perhaps an animation, perhaps a road, perhaps a song. When you look back in the dead of night, or when you are alone, you can not hear the most familiar temperament while walking. The notes that seem to be engraved in the soul suddenly flow to the most vulnerable parts of the mind Full of excitement or sadness.