走尽了像火车铁轨边的蔓草那样的一生,最后还能紧紧攥在手里的,已经不是温暖的皱纹或昔日的荣光,而是曾最不放在心上的记忆。尘土掩不住停止呼吸的人与事,千百年来,无数人和无数时光,都是在最后一段相关的记忆模糊后,才云淡风轻地消散。 Having spent the whole life like the creeping grass along the railroad tracks of the train, and finally lying in his hands, it is no longer a warm wrinkle or glory of the past, but it is the memory that was most neglected. Dust cannot hide people and things that stop breathing. For thousands of years, countless people and countless hours have faded after the last paragraph of related memory was blurred.