手指轻轻触摸课桌上用小刀刻下的文字,每一笔捺都向右倾斜着,谈不上好看的文字,却工工整整地刻在桌角。一段承诺,曾被如此认真地刻下,可是,结果又如何呢?就算自己假装毫不在意,没有眼泪,微笑地注视着从身边走过的每一个人,但心里的失落依旧只有自己可以体会。没有人可以代替你的思考,你内心的煎熬。一个人的回忆太漫长,太细腻,以至于每次想起我都害怕自己会再次沦陷,不能摆脱。两个月前我还坐在他的车子上穿梭于大街小巷,他把我的手扣在腰间,让我不得不把头倚在他的肩膀 Gently touch the finger on the desk with a knife carved text, each right-angled tilted to the right, not to mention the good-looking text, but the workers engraved in the table corner. A promise has been so carefully inscribed, but what about the result? Even if you pretend not to care, have no tears, and smile at everybody who has walked around you, the loss in your heart can still be realized only by yourself. No one can replace your thinking, your inner suffering. A person’s memories are too long, so delicate, that every time I think I’m afraid they will once again fall, can not get rid of. Two months ago I was still sitting in his car on the streets, he put my hand on his waist, so I had to lean his head on his shoulder