我并非真的忘记了一切,记忆依然在那里,隐藏在大脑灰色的乱团里,在沉积于思想之流底部的潮湿的沙床上:假定这是真的,也就是说,每一粒精神之沙都保存着我们生命中的一个时刻,永远也无法抹去,但却埋藏在其他亿万粒沙子下面。我正试图让一个日子,一个早晨,回到表面上来,那是那天介于幽明之间的破晓时分。 I did not really forget everything, the memory is still there, hidden in the gray mess of the brain, on a wet sand-bed that is deposited at the bottom of thought flow: suppose this is true, that is, every mental Sanda preserves a moment in our lives that can never be eclipsed, but buried under the other billions of sand. I was trying to make one day, one morning, back to the surface, it was daybreak between quiet time.