我陡然开始喜欢冷色调起来,暖色调的温暖给我的感觉就像一把剑,一愣一愣地刺进我的心脏。我向往神秘,而黑夜则是神秘的最好诠释,我在黑暗中用沉着的文字肢解我自己,也肢解我的情感。我喜欢把自己比作一个黑暗的舞者,我的短发在冷风中张扬地飘起,就像我的泪。我很少流泪,却十分喜欢眼泪在脸庞上划过的那种玉洁冰清的感觉,伴随着一点点的撕心裂肺,那缓 I suddenly began to like the cold tone, the warmth of warmth gave me a feeling like a sword, piercing into my heart. I yearn for mystery, and the darkness is the best interpretation of mystery. I dismembered myself in the dark with calm text, and also dismembered my emotions. I like to compare myself to a dark dancer. My short hair flutters in the cold wind, like my tears. I seldom shed tears, but I really like the feeling of Yu Jie ice-clearing across the face with tears, accompanied by a little bit of piercing, that slow