每个人都有属于自己的一片森林,也许我们从来不曾去过,但它一直在那里,总会在那里。楔子离开奥斯陆,一路向北,路经大片田野后,终于抵达目的地——一座掩藏在茂密森林里,露出尖尖红色塔顶的教堂。路易斯停下车,侧头看着辞墨,“穿过森林就到教堂了,他……在那里。” Everyone has a forest of their own, maybe we’ve never been there, but it’s always there, there’s always there. The wedge left Oslo all the way to the north and, after passing through vast fields, finally reached its destination - a church hidden in a dense forest with a sharp red tower. Louis stopped and looked down at the ink, “Going through the forest to the church, where he ...”