她醒来时指尖沾满金色。几天前在麦地那老城里,有人对她说过一句话,她以为那只是诗。
She wakes with gold on her fingertips. Days ago in the medina someone said something to her, and she thought it was only poetry.
她醒来时指尖沾满金色。几天前在麦地那老城里,有人对她说过一句话,她以为那只是诗。
She wakes with gold on her fingertips. Days ago in the medina someone said something to her, and she thought it was only poetry.