碎裂成缕，渐——落幕。

                                                          光，收敛了色泽。不再冷峻的色调。

                                               

                                                          光阴，何言似箭。却胜于出弦之箭。

                                                          黑夜。更替了清醒。

                                                         模糊，铸成一片，溢眸。世界熏染上朦胧如绸丝般轻袅的白雾。刹时，迷离。仙境的幻影，有了些许薄浅的体味。

                                                        

                                                          沉重、呆滞，二者皆扣住了蠢蠢欲动的思想。亦成了一把冷凝的枷锁。

                                                         一切，不再动弹。 


                                                         双眼，惺忪。眼帘，垂下。

                                                         倦意。