这座城市刚刚下过一场不大不小的雨。到处都是浑浊的泥水,甚至有点冷。我裹在被子里,睡不着。嘴里的那颗小智齿还在不懈的蠕动,总是会觉得牙龈肿胀,像是会在某个瞬间突然爆裂开来一样的。有时候,爆发也是一种解脱。我见证过很多场爱情。多人场,单人场,双人场。喜剧,悲剧,恶搞剧。我是不相信爱情的,可是没有它,我会死。我总觉得它是恍惚的。像是 The city has just had a modest rain. Muddy water everywhere, even a bit cold. I am wrapped in a quilt, can not sleep. The little wisdom in his mouth is still relentless peristalsis, always feel swollen gums, like a burst in the moment suddenly burst out the same. Occasionally, the outbreak is also a relief. I have witnessed a lot of love field. Multi-field, single field, double field. Comedy, tragedy, spoof drama. I do not believe in love, but without it, I will die. I always think it is trance. Like