车厢

寥寥无几人们
在前往各自旅程
任雨打在窗口
每个期待延续下站后故事的影
车厢载着寒冻和过客

故事溜出门缝
随风，不再执著而编
也不去逃避那种
对谁没有影响，需要借依靠的泣

车厢载着我和呼吸

who will journey with me?
or i'm just dreaming for another stupid mistake
and who will journey with me?
my shadow, sometimes, but me


who will journey with me?
or i'm just something that no one gives a shit about
and who shall i journey with?
my footprints, someday, but who

后记: 那天坐火车的时候，看着乘客背靠窗口的反映，那时候释放不出的感觉都在昨天之后逃出，心头却是压得更大。"怎么又会犯错了呢？" 从前领教过的已经足够把我打败，可犯贱去再被打败。就算是渴望，也该要醒来...