我们参加了一个并不爱我们的晚会。最后晚会拉下面具,露出真相:一个纵横交错的铁路网。冰冷的雕像站在迷雾笼罩的铁轨上。一支粉笔涂完了车厢的大门。这是不能明说的,但这里存在着许多受压的暴力。因此细节十分沉重。想看其他的东西也同样十分困难:反射的阳光在墙上移动,滑行着穿越跳闪着没有感觉的脸的森林,一句从未写下 We attended a party that did not love us. Last night pulled down the mask, revealing the truth: a criss-crossing railway network. The cold statue stood on the misty tracks. A chalk painted the trunk of the car. This is not to be explained, but there are many oppressive violence here. So the details are heavy. It is equally difficult to look at other things: the reflected sunlight is moving on the wall, gliding through the jungle of a face with no feeling, a sentence never written