I askew and his poetry, you tensions behind the gaze, wanton , turned, but not how you pull it, let me follow you, run the streets .

• 我歪歪扭扭的，踩出一行诗词，你紧张的寸步不离的盯在身后，我咧着嘴，肆意的邪笑着，转过身，却怎么也拽不到你，让我跟着你，满街跑。