别的声音,别的房间 8.0分
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Loneliness, like fever, thrives on night, but there with him light broke, breaking in the trees like birdsong, and when sunrise came, he loosened his fingers from mine, and walked away, that misty boy, my friend. 孤独就和发烧一样,在夜晚最盛,但是有他在那儿,便有了光,光像鸟儿的诗歌一样贯穿树木。而当太阳升起时,他松开了我的手,走开了,那个泪眼婆娑的男孩,我的朋友。

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