“热情正在钢铁丛林中消逝,我无所适从,我的表情机械,我的嘴巴沉默,我的内心死静。只有偶尔从孩童时带来的一丝记忆才能在这死水中激起一袭微澜。昨夜我梦见自己骑在爸爸的肩头,在古罗马的竞技场上观看勇士之间的决斗。”“焰火在球迷中不断燃起,空气中满是硝烟和噪音。我感到肾上腺素的流动在加速。在灯光的映衬之下,我忘掉了呼吸,感觉自己那么的渺小、那么的平凡,心中无他事,因为它刚刚找到了自己的归宿,那是一种重获新生的感觉。” “Passion is disappearing in the steel jungle, I know what to do, my expression machinery, my mouth is silent, my heart is dead .Only occasionally a trace of memory brought by children in order to provoke a trace in this stagnant water. I dreamed I was riding on Daddy’s shoulder and watching the warriors’ duels in the arena of ancient Rome. ”" The fireworks were burning in the fans, the air was filled with smoke and noise, and I felt the adrenaline flow was accelerating Against the light, I forgot to breathe, feeling so small, so ordinary, having nothing to do with it because it had just found its place, a feeling of renewed life.