谈论思想,而不仅仅谈论赞美;谈论行动,而不仅仅谈论手艺;石板上的侏儒,怎么教会其跃入激情的洪流,而不仅仅倒数时针的滴答声。吓坠的果实,是被腐烂吸引,还是吁请一个孤独的开端?谁能抹杀未来,连死亡也蒙着双眼,被疾驰的生者追赶并嘲笑。无数沉溺的愿望只挟裹一个欲望苍白的内核:让躯体陷入更盲目的深渊,让无人打扰的死亡作它的陪护。 Talk about ideas, not just talk about praise; talk about actions, not just about craft; how the dwarfs on the stone teach them to leap into the torrent of passion, not just the ticking of the hour hand. Scary fruit is rotten to attract, or called for a lonely start? Who can eradicate the future, even the death also covered his eyes, was galloping living catch up and ridicule. The innumerable indulgence of desire entangled in the pale core of desire: to plunge the body into the more abyss of blindness and to accompany its uninterrupted death.