偏偏灯光那么朦胧。烟火气在对面的客厅里氤氲成一片欢乐的图景。夜色的颗粒在渐渐融化,澄澈的空气变得如此暧昧。暧昧是别人的,孤独是自己的。第几次拿起电话机,她没有拨那个张张嘴就会生长出枝叶的号码。“我只是需要一点温暖。”她对自己说。她抱着肩膀,觉得自己就如一片在秋风里旋舞的叶片,瑟瑟抖动。 Why light is so dim. Smoke gas in the living room across the street into a happy picture. The dark particles are gradually melting, the clarity of the air has become so ambiguous. Ambiguous is someone else’s, loneliness is your own. The first time she picked up the phone, she did not dial the mouth that would grow branches and leaves. “I just need a bit warm. ” She said to herself. She hugged her shoulders and felt like a leaf dancing in the autumn wind, shivering.