应该是乌云遮住了阳光,她的背后暗了下来,笼罩着一片阴影。 自旁边伸出一只手,指节分明,修长白皙,手背隐约可见青筋,摁着微微翘起的书角,犹如大提琴般的嗓音响起:“The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.It becomes small as one song,as one kiss of the eternal.” “世界对着它的爱人,把它浩瀚的面具揭下。它变小了,小如一首歌,小如一回永恒的接吻。” “你喜欢读泰戈尔的诗集?”
【the world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.it becomes small as one song,as one kiss of the eternal.世界对着它的爱人,把它浩瀚的面具揭下。它变小了,小如一首歌,小如一回永恒的接吻。——泰戈尔《飞鸟集》】