What’s that in the mirror? Or the corner of your eye?
What’s that footstep following, but never passing by?
Perhaps they’re all just waiting, perhaps when we’re all dead,
Out they’ll come a-slithering from underneath the bed.
古镜忽明灭，移光似有无。空跫近复止，非鬼亦非狐。
仿佛有所待，待尔枕秋芜。窣窣出床下，枯灯对北隅。作者:
乌鹊南飞3 时间: 2021-2-25 17:30
