你我之间的长安三万里却被不理解和自私毁灭那个童年时好似我孪生面的男孩守护了我的脆弱和不安而长大就是把他像一首歌一样唱出来像一首诗一样飘落在失去之后才能感受到身边那个空出来的位置随之而来的伤痛、愧疚、缺失仿佛怎样都不能消除或是代替多年之后我才能意识到曾经有一个人与我是如此长安三万里以至于之后的每一次与他人的相遇都阻碍重重骨折原来我并不坚强«Il me manque.»
How many roads must a man walk down, before you call him a man? How many roads must Pinocchio walk down, before you call him a true boy? The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind.