天空渗淡得没有一丝颜色。真的,它像是一大片一大片的毫不相干的什么东西拼成的,偏偏又望不到边际。或许那只是一张毫无表情的脸:或许是逃出撞上冰山的沉船后,Rose将为保护自己而在寒冷中失去呼吸的Jack推进大海的那一刻时,Rose平静的脸。可是为什么心这么痛楚呢?我抬头望天很 The sky was so light that there was no trace of color. Really, it’s like a big piece of irrelevant stuff, but it doesn’t look like margin. Maybe that’s just a blank face: Perhaps when Rose escapes the sinking ship that hits the iceberg, Rose will calm his face when Jack, who will protect himself and lose his breath in the cold, advances the sea. But why is it so painful? I look up at the sky