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我们将在异乡死去我用八年的时光学习忘却,尝试将过去的岁月连同那松湖永不停息的晚风遗忘在黑夜里。从身体开始,一个暗红色的物体无限膨胀。像一个充满了空气的布袋。我们将在异乡死去。灵魂漂流掺杂在粉碎的岩石里。黑暗的行程中故乡依旧是一个梦幻般的岛屿。拂面的风,携带着久违的气息。那是群山中游荡的精灵。仿佛处女的体香,迷幻、恒久。而春天的雨水洗去路上的灰尘……
We will die in a foreign land for eight years, and I will forget to forget the past years together with the never-ending breeze of that pine lake in the darkness. Starting from the body, a dark red object infinite expansion. Like a bag full of air. We will die in a foreign land. Soul drifting mixed in the crushed rocks. Home in the dark journey is still a fantastic island. Blowing the wind, carrying a long absence, the atmosphere. It is wandering elves in the mountains. As if the virgin body incense, psychedelic, permanent. The spring rain washed away the dust on the road ...