时间到底是什么呢?它是一个延续的东西,但在记忆中却碎成了无数片,一旦过去就再难以复原。我听到当年它悄然落地的声音,有如慢镜头一般。逆流而上,就得忍受边缘的刀割般的痛楚和颤栗。时间缓慢地流淌,它充满了热度却外表冷漠,在它下面栖息着无数的生灵,它们彼此取暖,也彼此掠夺,每个环节都是残酷而又完美。时间一点点侵蚀着河床,使大地被切割成无数脉络,使无数个方向成为偶然,又使无数个偶然汇成一个海洋。 What is time? It is a continuation of things, but in memory it has broken into countless pieces, once the past will be difficult to recover. I heard that it quietly landed the sound, like a slow motion in general. Counter-current, you have to endure the edge of the knife-like pain and trembling. Time flows slowly, full of heat but outwardly indifferent, under which many innumerable creatures inhabit each other, who warm each other and plunder each other, each cruel and perfect. Era of time eroded the riverbed, cutting the earth into countless contexts, making countless directions accidental, and multiplying innumerable occasions into an ocean.