“有时母子之间就像并排相贴的两只手，轻轻相触，或是十指紧扣。而后世事流转，徒留一只孤手，攥住所有，也空无一物，只剩无尽更迭、循环往复的此刻”。

Sometimes a mother and a child are like two hands placed next to each other: only just touching or else with fingers intertwined. Then the world turns, and one hand is left, holding on to everything and nothing that is called now and now and now and now.

看哭了。
如果这也能被称之为“巧言令色”的话。 ​​​​