清晨,天色尚且介于亮与暗淡之间,街道沉默着交错,偶尔的车来人往在这空旷的寂静中都显得有些喧嚣,这个仿佛整日都奔忙不息的城市,也许只有在这样的时刻,才能暂时如同在等待一根针的坠地般,无比安静。起得早的我趴在窗台上,眯着双眼望着窗外,如此安静的时刻,仿佛世界都停止了转动,而我像是好不容易换来宁静的人一般,终于能思考些什么了。有雾的窗户,似乎是时间朦胧的缝 Early morning, the sky is still between the light and dark, the streets are staggered in silence, and occasionally cars come and go in this empty silence are somewhat noisy, this seems to be busy all day long in the city, perhaps only in this Moment, in order to be temporarily as waiting for a needle fall, very quiet. As early as I was lying on the windowsill, narrowing my eyes looking out the window, so quiet moment, as if the world have stopped turning, and I finally like to find someone in peace, finally able to think about something. Foggy windows seem to be the misty seams of time