你想,再也不会有人祝你生日快乐了。那是八月的夜晚,你伏在爬满绿藤萝的窗台前,视野边缘飘过一只萤火虫,揉了揉眼角才看清,那闪闪亮亮的微小光点,是你未落的眼泪。这年开始,你搬离了象牙塔,把房子租在了一栋老式的花园小洋房里,开始了崭新却又有些褶皱的生活。临别的夜晚,你没有跟他们说再见。因为在你的脑海里,那些陪伴了你四年的人,不会跟你说再见,更不会离开你的世界。你抱着这种笃定的信念,冲自己柔弱的 You think, no one will wish you a happy birthday anymore. It was the night of August, when you were lurking in front of a bay window covered with green vine radish, a firefly drifted from the edge of your field of vision and rubbed your eyes before you saw it. The tiny light spot that glittered was your unspoken tears . Beginning this year, you moved out of the ivory tower and rented the house in an old little garden house, beginning with a brand new but somewhat wrinkled life. On the other night, you did not say goodbye to them. Because in your head of mind, those who accompany you for four years will not say goodbye to you, let alone leave your world. You hold this kind of confident faith, washed their own weak