三十五岁时光不像往日那般骄傲,在咖啡馆,在杯中旋转。香味其外,苦味其中。那时音乐低垂,光阴缓慢,窗外的树叶和平地分享午后艳阳。你用钢勺搅动那些词语。往事如爽脆的苹果。谈及人生和现实可怕。我更愿意相信这一切都是虚像。你以为这桌子不动,其实这个星球以每秒30公里的速度日夜飞驰,它像一架大飞机,永不停歇。细菌的生命有多短暂,我们的旅途就有多短暂。尽管如此。我们也可以碰杯,我们可以像手中的玻璃一样光洁透亮。在生日的这一天,我们可以祝福浮尘,也可以祝福这颗星球。 Thirty-five is not as proud as it used to be, spinning in a cup at a cafe. In addition, the bitter taste of which. At that time music droops, time is slow, the leaves outside the window to share the afternoon sun peacefully. You stir the words with a steel spoon. Past events such as crisp apple. Talk about life and the terrible reality. I prefer to believe that all this is a virtual image. You think this table does not move, in fact, the planet at 30 kilometers per second speed day and night, it is like a big plane, never stop. How short is the life of bacteria, and how short is our journey. despite this. We can clink glasses as well, and we can be as bright and clear as the glass in our hands. On the birthday day, we can bless the dust, you can also wish the planet.