喜欢站在旧阳台上。

To me,

因为那里的阳光带着过去的味道。

love which isn't just kissing and touching or eating for survive,

还有干了的脱落的墙皮和不死的仙人掌。

is the desire not to die and a kind of heroic dream in the exhausted life.

结着蜘蛛网的老人椅从来不会停下。

But my dream,

栏杆上的苔藓黝黑黝黑的。

is to be with you until we are old to die.

闻一下，恍若丢掉了半个世纪。