一那一夜,在键盘上敲完最后一个字,腕上的指针已飙向凌晨四点。推开窗,雨兼风从落地窗里呼啸而来,外面塞满了海一样的夜色,还有地动山摇的风雨声。下楼钻进车里,车灯将夜色与雨珠的揉合物撕开两道口子,乍一看,如末世里两条通向希望之野的甬道。街灯已然睡熟,即算是千呼万唤,亦不会再度醒来。远处的高楼上,偶尔有一星如豆的灯火,在雨中散发着无尽的疏懒和睡意。远望着,有如游子望月,一心单寒。曾几何时,这样的灯已深深地刻进我的记忆里,每每于长夜里 That night, knocking the last word on the keyboard, wrist pointer has soared to four in the morning. Open the window, the rain and the wind roared from the floor window, outside the sea filled with the same night, as well as moving wind and rain. Downstairs drilled into the car, the lights will be night and raindrops mixture ripped open two holes, at first glance, such as the end of the world two to the field of hope wild corridor. Street lights are already asleep, that is regarded as long-awaited, will not wake up again. In the distance, there was a star on the tall building occasionally with lights like beans, exuding endless laziness and drowsiness in the rain. Looking afar, like wandering Mochizuki, single cold. Once upon a time, such lights are deeply carved into my memory, often in the long night