很多时候,回忆曾经的过往,天空总会是一片灰色。压抑的时候,并不觉出它的压抑,只是当压抑过后再回首,总觉得那时候的伤痛,隐忍着流传红色的血液,惨烈地撕扯着。 每一次看到希斯克里夫这个名字,总觉得那字字都透着
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