jixin

1.当他告诉我要离开时，我的心像破碎的花瓶，我的心一片一片的掉落到干净的棕色瓷砖上。
2.  那正像我的生活，如同无数被忽略的咖啡粒，如论如何也不能冲出一杯咖啡。
3. I think about being a broken vase again and realize that I have glued myself back together, what Mike has is merely a little part of my time in earth, a little understanding of my physical being. He has only, a little piece of me.我又想成为破碎的花瓶，再将自己粘起来还原，在世上mike仅仅只是我的一小部分，一点点理解我，他只是我的一块。