We are all children feeding on solitude for growth.Once our life had been agitating,like the air that envelops this city.Youth is an unspeakable pain,those who are hurt from love retreat into their private worlds,and put on some melancholy songs,again and again.For only the familiar melody could bring a bit of comfort and warmth.This kind of night,perhaps we have both experienced.
额好文艺的一段话,翻得时候尽量保留预感了