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                或许是季节的原因

                                                                       习惯了无助的人儿

                                                                       似乎对严寒的回温有所动容

                                                                        翻开冬日里极度冰冷的铁盒

                                                                        来不及打开

                                                                        被和煦的阳光融开了蒙尘

                                                                        不敢闭上眼

                                                                         回暖的灵魂生怕离开这淡淡的甜蜜

                                                                        虽然不在相信任何有关倒退的预言

                                                                        却仍像个期待明天的小朋友

                                                                        拼命的翻阅着过去的点点滴滴

                                                                        如果是这样

                                                                        只有阳光才能溶解的谎言

                                                                         你还会欺骗自己说不爱他吗

                                                                          分手后我们养成了各种各样的习惯

                                                                          我们会每天对着一个空号码聊聊天

                                                                        走进书店会看看摆放着有你喜欢的书籍的位置

                                                                        走到某一条街会习惯性的伸出右手

                                                                        假装牵着你

                                                                         我们一边这么做一边说不再爱你了

                                                                         这些冰凉的面孔或许早已失去了任何希望

                                                                         盲目的寻找着有关你的任何讯息

                                                                          突然停了下来

                                                                          我不是不爱你了吗

                                                                          淡淡的阳光洒上迷失的背影

                                                                          或许这才是真正的我

                                                                         曾经被这阵暖风吹走的爱

                                                                          竟然又顽固的吹了回来

                                                                          我们既然学会了坚强

                                                                          就强忍着将你找出来

                                                                          你回不到身边了

                                                                           你不再爱我了

                                                                         这些话还重要吗

                                                                         我不是已装作没事一样苦等了你这么久了吗

                                                                          反复思索着寻找你的方式

                                                                          反复听着你喜欢的歌

                                                                          反复撕扯自己未曾缝合的伤口

                                                                          反复

                                                                          在这个熟悉的季节

                                                                           我真正的将你

                                                                            安放在了一个合适的角度

                                                                          逃避仍在继续

                                                                          却不那么明显了

              有种生活需要用大量的暗色调来涂抹

                                                                 斑驳的石板路渗透在潮湿的角落

                                                                 角落里埋藏着一种刻意一种不理智

                                                                 它是巨大的  盘绕着脚跟延缓前进

                                                                 滋生的细菌灌满了房屋内的一切

                                                                 老式的摇椅  自从散伙后就被腐蚀的一塌糊涂

                                                                 房间的某个角落陌生的怕进入一点光线

                                                                  却又是那么刻意的挂上单薄的帘布

                                                                  湿冷的季节杀害了很多规律

                                                                  它们是无辜的

                                                                  唯一不变的是坚持每天打开房门

                                                                  不会担心想不起

                                                                  就怕房子永远不会垮

                                                                  受困的人儿闷不吭声的

                                                                  进行着残忍的 定时的 扯裂  缝合

                                                                  祝福的寄语重复着不成文的祷告

                                                                  门缝透光的角度

                                                                  是孤单的身影跳着独舞

                                                                  随焦距的远去

                                                                  诡异的回眸暗示着屋内奇异的构造

                                                                  或许

                                                                  从被抛弃的第一滴泪起

                                                                  我们变成了最好的工程师

                                                                  将一切不堪搭盖成最最融洽的小屋

                                                                 点亮了一盏名叫习惯的蜡烛

                                                                 温暖装满回忆的房间

                                                                

                                                                  

            喜爱和小女生聊天

                                                                              不难发现

                                                                              就像小孩子认知事物

                                                                              擅长将很多旁人见不到的视野

                                                                              合理或不合理的融入自己的生活，环境

                                                                              看似平静的外表总能为一些与自己

                                                                              相干或不相干的事烦恼一阵子

                                                                              同样也不难发现

                                                                              因为环境的有限

                                                                              她们会将所有的憧憬投入在现有的感情中

                                                                              应为不认同生命的渺小

                                                                              便将其视为全部的生活

                                                                              有时你会觉得语气中带着脆弱的坚强

                                                                              也有些许的固执与现实

                                                                              但是字里行间难免会透露着让人流泪的渴望

                                                                              我问她们喜欢对方什么

                                                                              不带有任何的造作

                                                                              腼腆的告诉我他拥有这样的好和那样的好

                                                                              虽是含蓄

                                                                              却让人感到惭愧

                                                                              很不忍心看到他们中的任何一方离去

                                                                              现实是可以接受的

                                                                              只是还要面对满满一堆的伤

                                                                              爱是可以长久的

                                                                              只是爱情的长度总叫人无法估计

                                                                              不是不愿让这些善良的孩子接受爱情

                                                                              只能怪创造它的人为什么也同时创造了现实

                                                                              祝福那些纯朴的爱在青春的延续中不被摧残

                                                                              分手的季节滞后在停靠的终点站

                                                                              但是你搭上的

                                                                              并不是末班车

                                                                              

                                                                              

                                                                          暗自沉年的岁月

                                                                          随无声息的萌芽变迁

                                                                          世道不济被谁人摇晃

                                                                          冻伤旧年的茅屋

                                                                          流离进轮回冰凉的宿命

                                                                          千回百转也许你曾来过

                                                                           断桥长屹

                                                                          却与伊擦肩一生

                                                                          沉默了年兽的呻吟

                                                                          淌碎城头的灰瓦

                                                                          诧异了修行的荒凉

                                                                           遇见了时代的凋零

                                                                           浓墨在无数的离合中

                                                                           干涸   萎谢

                                                                            剩下被酒精掩盖的传说

                                                                            或与那年的明月般

                                                                            一齐失去了光华

                                                                            厌恶注定的漂泊

                                                                            子时的游魂

                                                                             溶解了昔日朱红的面孔

                                                                             生硬的诉说着没有伦次的心事

                                                                              一切将息

                                                                             在无际的轮回中

                                                                             寻找丢失的方向

                                                                              今生若无缘    

                                                                              大不了来生再续

                                                                              烛红映窗人莫离，

                                                                              青丝扶履步相依。

                                                                              破河辞岸天崖路，

                                                                              致死黄昏捣寒衣。