与腐骨书那时,他尚在黑暗的喧嚣的重重围困之中,他无法不在梦境的边缘徘徊。这里地处城市的中心,寂静如同夜晚的矿石一般难寻。他强迫自己进入梦境,摒除那些突如泉水般涌来的句子。他已腻烦,不再记录;他完成了性爱,疲倦同如泉水般涌来。他一直在等待之中,那睡眠般的魂魄,他的神圣,一切都难以被识别,像丛生的荆棘中几株萎黄的杂草;他看到了他们在远处受辱,但并不受触动,那里绵延无尽的大路上生长着古代的 At that time, he was still in the midst of the dark hustle and bustle, and he could not walk around the edge of dreams. Here is located in the center of the city, quiet as ore at night generally difficult to find. He forced himself into the dream, excluding those sudden surging sentences. He was tired, no longer recorded; he completed sex, tired with the spring-like. He was waiting, and that sleep-like soul, his holiness, and all were hard to discern, like several wee weeds in a bush of brambles; he saw them humiliated from afar but not touched, Where there is endless growth of the ancient road