马刺在沙地上划出苍白的裂痕，褪色的怀表仍刻着未兑现的黄昏。
她蹲在仙人掌前，指尖抚过沾血的银戒，爱意像刺般扎进沙砾。
远处传来驼铃声，蕾丝领口的第三颗纽扣，那里藏着被沙尘暴撕碎的婚书。
待开满野蔷薇时，风会替她哼完那首未唱完的摇篮曲。
彼之良·夕颜-失落牛仔【仿生2.2系列/161cm】

Spurs carve pale cracks in the sand, the faded pocket watch still etched with unredeemed twilight.
She crouches before the cactus, fingertips grazing the bloodstained silver ring, love piercing the gravel like thorns.
From afar comes the chime of camel bells, the third button on lace collar - where lies the wedding vow shredded by sandstorm.
When wild roses bloom, the wind shall hum the lullaby she left unsung.
Bezlya Lagenaria LostCowgirl, Bionic 2.2 series 161cm