————Sentimental————

每次走過一條小小的胡同，我都會張望張望，期望能看見幾個年幼的孩子拉著手嬉笑奔跑。回憶裏，連陽光都是青澀的，一串串銀鈴般的笑聲挂在牛角上，搖搖晃晃地灑落一地。

Every time I walked pass a little alley, I would look around, like if some young kids were holding hands, giggling and running. Even the sunshine is a bit faded away in the memories, as well as strings of laughter that sound like silver bells hanging down over the ox horn, splattering over the path.

2025/04/06