光影摇曳真实的生活,好像就是这样的。我不乞求它给予我什么,它对我也一无所求。我和我生存的空间、时间,和所有与我擦肩而过的一切是非,我们彼此对视、思考。它们冷静地保存了我在这个花花世界里的痕迹和火花。即便是到万物终结的那一天,冰冷寂寞的最深处,依然会有些许线索可寻。一直以来,我将自己置于灵与肉的缝隙之间,与城市中许多卑微的生命一样,集中在某个欲望 Light and shadow sway the real life, as if it is like this. I do not beg for what it gives me, it does nothing for me. I and my living space, time, and all the things I pass by, we look at each other, thinking. They calmly preserve my marks and sparks in this world of flowers. Even to the end of all things that day, the longest cold and lonely, there will be some clues to trace. All along, I place myself in the gap between spirit and flesh, like many humble lives in the city, focused on a certain desire