每次只能開一朵花，一切柔弱的生活，盡全力去發出聲音吧。
而且我在生活的教室裡，或許脆弱，或許平凡。
或許無關緊要，但是我也在。風沙舞動著，飄進了眼帘。
Only one flower can be opened at a time, all weak life, do your best to make a sound.
And I live in the classroom, perhaps fragile, perhaps ordinary.
Maybe it doesn't matter, but I'm there, too. The wind and sand were dancing and floating into the eye.
往事隨風漸落，風停了沙，沙粒落下，塵埃落下，往事朝夕相處，也許該把它握在手心裡。
讓它隨風飄散落下，沉入水底。走路的時候，看著周圍的人，心卻在孤獨中徘徊。
我總是幻想自己生活在一片寒冷的海洋裡，海鷗的鳴聲驅趕著冬天的寂靜。
The past with the wind gradually fall, the wind stopped the sand, sand particles fell, dust fell, the past get along with each other, perhaps it should be held in the heart of the hand.
Let it drift with the wind and sink to the bottom of the water. Walking, looking at the people around, but the heart is wandering in loneliness.
I always fantasized that I lived in a cold ocean, and the sound of seagulls drove away the silence of winter.
木屋裡暖暖的黃光，爐火上的沸水壺發出的嗚嗚聲，黑電視裡播放著昨天今天或明天的故事。
我仿佛躲在世界的盡頭，遠離城市的塵埃。
目前我認為大家最好的解藥，就是時間。你是我最大的幸運，你最亮的星辰
The warm yellow light in the cabin, the whimpering sound of the boiling kettle on the fire, and the story of yesterday or tomorrow on the black TV.
I seem to hide at the end of the world, away from the dust of the city.
At the moment I think the best antidote for everyone is time. You are my greatest luck, your brightest star
暖心文案｜願我們再相逢，都能比現在更美好
晚安文案｜伴著夢境入睡，告別今天的自己
告白文案｜世間走筆，你曾是誰的筆尖下的陽光少年
暖心文案｜世界總在下雨，我想成為那個為你撐傘的人
網易雲熱評文案｜你所看到的驚豔，都曾被平庸歷練