我一直相信,没有任何理由的,我是一个在行走的人。天空的安静,脚步的行走,静静地望着天空。光景流失,回想很多。记忆是根长长的线,在我走过的路上缠绕。我沿着它的痕迹,一路往回,看见琐碎的自己,安静地走在岁月的大马路上。走,脚步懒散,身后的影子模糊。像老旧相机下的记忆。沿途有许多陌生的人, I have always believed, for no reason, I am a walking person. Sky quiet, walking pace, quietly looking at the sky. Lost, recall a lot. Memory is a long, long line, wrapped around the path I walked through. I followed its mark, all the way back, saw the trivial themselves, walk quietly on the road of years. Go, lazy pace, the shadow behind the blur. Like old memories under the camera. There are many strangers along the way,