我躺在黑暗的草地上。天空没有星星,也没有月亮,只有孤单的棉絮一样碎裂的云慢悠悠地飘过。城市里的喧嚣好像离我很远。那些云一朵朵地飘,一朵朵地离开我,沿着它们早被预定好的轨道离开。风在它们的轨道上吹,让那些云好像掉在地上的瓜一样裂开,飘散,走掉。我数着每一朵云,给它们起名字。我给它们希腊神的名字,给它 I lay on the dark grass. The sky has no stars, no moon, only lonely cotton like fragmentation of the clouds slowly drifting away. The hustle and bustle of the city seems to be far away from me. The clouds floated one after another, leaving me one by one, leaving along the long-scheduled orbits. The wind blows on their orbit, letting those clouds seem to fall apart like melons that fall to the ground, and drift away and go away. I count every cloud, give them a name. I give them the name of the Greek god, give it