I do not know why, every time I sat in the sun, watching the slanting of the back of my own mood always slowed by the thick, all the unhappiness and dust have been baking the same.

• 不知为什么，每一次我坐在阳光下，看着我自己斜斜的背影，心情总会由浓转淡，所有的不快都和微尘一样被烘烤着。