当你隔着风俯瞰,大地就仿佛浮云一样单薄。河流,如边境的草原;房屋,如寂寥的雨声;人群,愈发困顿而渺小。它们都突然变得轻盈简洁,像是远古的图腾符号,存活在无尽的静默里。你则变得沉重,如同日光明亮,在大地上投下乌黑侧影。空中有羽翼滑翔的声音,似大鹰展翅,掠过年少者洁净的心。 When you look across the wind, the earth seems as thin as the clouds. Rivers, such as grasslands on the border; houses, such as lonesome rain; crowds, more and more sleepy and small. They all suddenly become light and simple, like ancient totem symbols, survive in endless silence. You become heavy, as bright as day, cast a black silhouette on the earth. There are wings gliding voice in the air, like a large eagle wings, swept young clean heart.