一声声叹息轻轻爬上她的眼角。一片片霜花流连于她的两鬟,用她的话说,她的时光已经有了褶皱。她躲避着,不再与他相见。每次他来,都会扑空,渐渐地,他的心也便空了。其实他不知道,每次他的到来,她都知晓,而且她的心,依然随着他的心在跳动。只是,她不愿再见他,因为她只想把自己光滑如锦缎的那一面留给他。最美的时候过了,她只有将一步步挪向他的脚步收回来,用钉子钉住。 A sigh gently climbed her eyes. A piece of frost flowed around her two 鬟, in her words, her time has been folded. She dodged and stopped meeting him. Every time he comes, he will vent, and gradually, his heart is empty. In fact, he did not know, every time he came, she knew, but her heart, still with his heart beating. Only, she did not want to see him again, because she just want to leave his smooth as damask side to him. The most beautiful time is over, she will be only step by step move back to his footsteps recovered, nail-nailed.