当偌大的房间只剩下我时,微小的声音都是那么清晰,甚至有些刺耳。也只有此刻我才能懂得月下独酌的凄凉。无心闲玩,环境的凄清早已潜入心底。我调动起无数感官,脑海里翻涌着鎏金堆砌的华丽词藻,却又无从说起。无奈,只好笔落于纸,镌刻在纸上,写给自己。眼睛偶然扫过曾经写下的几段文字,不知是内心被唤醒还是潜意识作祟,我恍 When the big room left me, the tiny sound is so clear, and even some harsh. Only now I can understand the desolation of the moonlight alone. Inadvertently leisurely playing, the environment desolate already sneaked into my heart. I mobilized countless senses, my mind filled with gorgeous piles of rhetoric, but no way of talking about. Helpless, had to write down on paper, engraved on paper, write to yourself. Occasionally swept through the eyes of the few paragraphs have been written, I do not know the heart is awakened or subconscious cause trouble, I reminded