“花瓣静静飘散,回忆忽隐忽现……睁开眼,一切全都消失了。”前世好像是很久以前,像是一段日子,是什么时候,记不起来了, 那个笼子里残留的是什么,是一把利箭吗?不是的。那是什么? 外面的桃花开了又谢,谢了又开,可是小鸟还在歌唱。没人跟我说话,天空很静,风也很静,不知不觉,天黑了,躺在那,软的。像是什么东西就这么溜了过去。用手遮挽,抓不住,就这样轻倚着这薄薄的夜。后来不知什么时候她又化作风,冷冰冰地凝视着那汩汨流动的声音。 “The petals float quietly and the memories are flickering... When you open your eyes, everything disappears.” Past life seems to have been a long time ago, like a certain day, when it wasn’t remembered, what was left in the cage. Is it a sharp arrow? No. What is that? The peach blossomed and thanked, thanked and opened, but the bird was still singing. Nobody talked to me. The sky was very quiet, and the wind was still. I didn’t know it. It was dark and lying there, soft. Like something slipped past. With his hand covering it, he could not grasp it, and he leaned against the thin night. Later I did not know when she was converted to style, staring coldly at the flowing sound.