有时候总觉得风从我耳朵里吹来,耳朵才是最初产生风的地方。天上的云,只不过是风路过这个世界时最后的驿站。风吹过,我才想起我还有两只形同虚设的耳朵。就像有时候,风吹来,那些灰尘是多余的,脸上刮过的刀子也是形同虚设的。风就是我的耳朵,它吹到哪儿,我抵达哪儿。即使再远的远方,我也会很疲惫地抵达,欢乐地沉睡,只是有些地方的呼吸,我累得无法触摸, Sometimes I always feel the wind blowing in my ears, the ear is the first place where the wind. The clouds in the sky are only the last stop of the wind when passing through this world. The wind blew, I remembered that I still have two non-existent ears. Just as sometimes the wind blows, the dust is superfluous and the knife that the face shaves off is also absurd. The wind is my ear, where it blows, wherever I arrive. Even farther away, I will be very tired to arrive, happy to sleep, just some breathing, I am too tired to touch,