好冷 好繁瑣 只有田地青草 地里汲取營(yíng)養(yǎng)般的你死我活 公告欄上的成績(jī)榜單一次次更變含蓄的版本 我，不在其中。 幼稚的哲學(xué)游戲，原來一直都是港灣，我明白了成熟的罪惡，人間煉獄，普羅透斯的上層面貌。我吐出來的又是什么？ It's so cold and it's so tedious and it's all about the fields and the grass and the more subtle versions of the list of grades on the bulletin board and I'm not one of them. Naive philosophical game, originally has been a harbor, I understand the mature sin, the human purgatory, Proteus's upper face. What am I throwing up?