他会喃喃自语:“我的花就在星河的某个角落……”可是,这花一旦被羊吃掉了,一瞬间,所有星星都将随之黯淡无光……那你也认为这不重要吗?
We are all patchwork, and so shapeless and diverse in composition that each bit, each moment, plays its own game.
没有什么比寒冷更灼人。