You knelt down beside me and
Wrapped your arms
Around my trembling shoulders
“What’s wrong, dear one?” You asked
“My heart is bleeding,” I said
I pulled on my heart to take it out
So that it would hurt less bad
“It’s alright, “ you said, “you can have mine”
You took my hand and guided it
Through the warm flesh in your feeble chest
But instead of a heart I found a clockwork
With sharp clock hands
That pierced through my palm
And scratched my bone
“Ouch!” I cried, and remembered
How my heart was bleeding
In the first place
我头顶着末世的漫天风雪
踏入你曾蹚过的一条河流