一月 18th, 2005

(1)
此刻,这个世界的锐利之物
应当感到,无可奈何

我的灵魂犹如流水
日夜不息

(2)
悲伤正在路上
这让我想起古代的战争

一个人穿越广袤的平原,去把匕首
插在另一个人的胸前

但他现在,还在路上

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