这是冬季的夜晚。异常在你发过来的一个问候就已发生。然后我开始有时间循着那些风声去回忆那些往事。我未曾料到无所事事地独坐很重要,你给了我这样的闲暇,这样的一个提醒。你说,新年快乐。但没说这是一个时间过程中年轮的递增。我的冲动,就在于我眼角滋生出的一汪泪水,那是很淡的忧郁,我留意为你珍存。窗外落着颗粒型的灰尘,门轻轻地虚掩着,保留了那么点点儿情绪上的连接,但目的在于想听到你的电话。 This is winter night. Anomalies happen when you send a greeting. Then I started to have time to follow those rumors to recall those events. It was very important that I had never expected to sit alone doing nothing. You gave me such a spare time, such a reminder. You say Happy New Year. But did not say that this is an increasing number of annual rings during the time. My impulse, lies in my eyes a bout of tears, it is very pale melancholy, I pay attention to your treasures. Outside the window littered with grainy dust, the door softly concealed, leaving so little emotional connection, but the purpose is to want to hear your call.