本期编辑/上海雅舍辛乙堂Yashe Studio ——————————— 走过那扇，Walk past that one, 熟悉又陌生的木门。 Familiar and strange wooden door. 想起那扇，Think of that one, 激励又沉默的木门。 Inspiring and silent wooden door. 他， He, 从不言语，Never speak, 任我发泄，承接我的一切。Let me vent and accept everything I have. 那掉落的漆，The falling paint， 是伤痛的哭泣？Is it painful crying? 还是？ Or? 现在，他老了。Now, he is old. 光滑的面孔，Smooth face, 早已皱纹斑斑。Already wrinkled and spotted. 待我内心苦闷的那一天， When I feel depressed, 像父亲一样，Like my father, 包容我。Forgive me.
