在安静得令人窒息的夜里,梦长出了翅膀,开始飞翔。其实,那是深度悲伤者的灵魂奇想。在梦的河流中,出现的往往是怪异的事。辽阔的草原上,没有牧民的身影,在这里,惟一能看到的便是那骑在马背上的陌生的面孔;好像在哪见过,但又没太深刻的印象。直至听到了那爽朗的笑声才 In a suffocating quiet night, the dream grows wings and begins to fly. In fact, that is the soul of the deep sad whims. In the river of dreams, what appears to be strange is often something weird. On the vast grasslands, there are no figures of herders. Here, the only one who can see is the unfamiliar face on horseback; it seems to have been seen there, but it has not been too profoundly impressed. Until you hear that hearty laughter