第三天第三天生活仍在旋转。男人把坚硬的木材劈开。清晨的光亮中闪出他惊诧的脸。那些秘密的疤结,像塞在他心中的话语。它们会在火中化为乌有,只留给他一个空幻的题目和答案。女人清扫完脸上的尘屑,又一次坐在镜子前。她要像世界一样,每天拿出一个新的妆容:相似的略带香气。而在远方,晨岚淡去后群山充满暗示的表情,像一块风中静止的布匹,裹藏着更多的意志和疯狂的动机。 On the third day of the third day life is still spinning. Men cleave hard wood. The morning light flashed his astonished face. Those secret scar knot, like the words stuffed in his heart. They will be destroyed in the fire, leaving only a dreamlike title and answer. The woman cleaned the dust on her face and sat in front of the mirror again. She wants to come up with a new look every day, like the rest of the world: similar to a slightly aroma. In the distance, after the dawn of Chen Lan, the mountains are full of suggestive expressions, like a piece of static fabric in the wind, with more willpower and crazy motives.