北京的寒刮面，上海的寒冰心。城市的路面潮湿得浮着一层水汽，升腾了几尺幻为淡淡的烟，迟缓地在空气中凝住，像一块无比巨大的冰层中条条的纹理，直到有车马或行人从中穿过，条理随之紊乱而瞬息过后又好似什么都没有发生过。屋里的空调肆意地喷吐出股股暖风，温热来势汹汹，但却像昙花的凋落，不经意就被寒气张开那透明的大嘴一丝一丝地吞噬，但暖风临终前那恐惧和绝望的脸是如此清晰，清晰到无法想象，撼人魂魄。几秒钟。

诚我。成我。负我。覆我。

Time is miraculous. So miraculous that I strongly recommend that you don't think about it, cos you will fall, fall, and fall into a blackhole. A blackhole that fuses the past, the present and the future. In there, you exist in the form