雨滴的靈魂在迷路，在她不知道的地方。那是身體被掏空的感覺，她不在裡面，也不在外面。
日子滴滴答答的流了過去，像小河，她也跟著從上游到下游，從平原到海口，到海峽，到汪洋。被拆解，再組裝，每個日子都是同一批水，每個雨滴都長得一樣。
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