日子越来越苍老无力。那是一个贪婪的晚上,我企图寻找岁月的足迹。街角,天空保持静默,寒星数点。忽然,我听到这座城市的呼叫,发自内心的呼叫。我用心聆听,用眼耳口鼻舌感受和聆听这座悲凉城市苍白的呼吸声。它的脉搏已死! Days are getting old and weak. It was a greedy night, I tried to find the footsteps of years. Corner, the sky to keep quiet, cold stars a few points. Suddenly, I heard the call from the city, from the heart of the call. I listened attentively, using my ears to feel and hear the bleak voice of this sad city. Its pulse is dead!