我彷彿又回到了宿世永巷外罰跪的時候<span class='character' style='background-image:url(/img/1349144352122/12786725/-29048913923558098.png)'></span>無邊的孤寂和痛苦像海水一樣密密的淹冇了我<span class='character' style='background-image:url(/img/1349144352122/12786725/-29048913923573216.png)'></span>那年春季<span class='character' style='background-image:url(/img/1349144352122/12786725/-29048913923558098.png)'></span>我穿戴單衣襦裙<span class='character' style='background-image:url(/img/1349144352122/12786725/-29048913923558098.png)'></span>膝蓋就這麼隔著薄薄的布料印在青石板上<span class='character' style='background-image:url(/img/1349144352122/12786725/-29048913923573216.png)'></span>現在<span class='character' style='background-image:url(/img/1349144352122/12786725/-29048913923558098.png)'></span>固然我的膝蓋被襖褲庇護著<span class='character' style='background-image:url(/img/1349144352122/12786725/-29048913923558098.png)'></span>但是那青石板下透出來的幽寒和清冷<span class='character' style='background-image:url(/img/1349144352122/12786725/-29048913923558098.png)'></span>深深的滲入了我的骨髓中<span class='character' style='background-image:url(/img/1349144352122/12786725/-29048913923573216.png)'></span>