他拉开了窗帘,光线携着灰尘覆盖在脊背上。就这样开始了沿着回忆的道路窥探往日。空洞洞的房间、黑黢黢的街道,这两者在时空中交汇。一生在一个晚上——没错儿,就是一生,就是晚上——街道上摇摇晃晃地走着一个人,路灯投射着他歪歪扭扭的影子。"影子是我的负累:它展现给世人的只是病 He opened the curtain and the light covered the dust with his back. This started the path along the memory of snooping past. Empty room, black street, both in time and space intersection. A lifetime of a night - no mistake, that is, life is night - walking in the street staggered a person, the lights cast his crooked shadow. Shadow is my burden: it shows only to the world sick