“我们的生活所依靠的不过是房间里或者早晨天空偶然的色调,曾经喜欢过且带着微妙回忆的独特香水,已经忘却又重逢的诗行,以及不再弹奏的乐曲。”
“Our life depends on the occasional color of the room or the morning sky, the unique perfume that I once liked and with subtle memories, the poetry that has been forgotten and reunited, and the music that is no longer played.”
愿你我都能把生活过成诗,从日常琐碎剥离。
I hope that we can turn our lives into poems, peel off from everyday trifles.