夜钟声敲响,街角驶来的,不是南瓜马车。一辆上世纪二十年代的老爷车停下来,一个正焦灼不安、被激动烧红了双颊的男人,上了车。他去赴约,同他梦寐以求的黄金年代。浪漫主义是梦的眼睛,有了她,时空才有了一种能够似是而非的催眠魔力,使你睡过去却仿佛又在另一个意 Night bells ring, the corner coming, not a pumpkin carriage. A classic car from the 1920s stopped, an anxious, excited red-hot cheek man, got into the car. He went to the appointment, with his dream golden age. Romanticism is the dream of the eyes, with her, the time and space have a specious hypnotic magic that allows you to sleep in the past seems to be another meaning