用指尖在玻璃窗上轻轻一点,是否就可以划开晨曦?不用看,也知道男人脸上蒙着黑纱,夜,蒙着黑纱。忍住睡意,却忍不住汹涌的泪花。她潜意识地躲闪。痛,从天花板一片片飘落,试图将她淹没。已经无路可退。寂静无声,蜷缩客厅的沙发。这是城市,没有一只昆虫与她作伴。花已经开了,春天,就在一墙之隔,她却无法触摸。该怎么突围?是用花椒,还是淋漓的汗 Gently use the fingertips on the glass window, whether it can open the dawn? Needless to look, but also know the man covered with black veil, night, covered in black yarn. Hold back drowsiness, but can not help but turbulent tears. She dodge subconsciously. Pain, falling from the ceiling piece, trying to submerge her. Has no way to retreat. Silent, curled up the living room sofa. This is the city, without an insect to accompany her. The flower is gone, and in spring, just across the wall, she can not touch it. How to break through? Is the pepper, or dripping sweat