淹死在黎明前淹死在黎明前的微光中。也许是一个夜晚预言者?他辨认不出他们的脚步,他们的脚跟沉重而缓慢地走在大地上的方式,夹克摩擦他们强壮的身体的方式。他渴望听见他们的皮靴发出的吱嘎声。他想:如果我的愿望得不到允许,我就应该从生活中只期待那命运已经给予了我的东西。他再次斜视,更为专注地聆听,在他的记忆中搜寻那遗忘已久的跟踪术:猎人与猎物。他突然意识到:一个个世界部分重叠着。在他上面的房间里,一个女人尖叫,然后她的嗓音进发成破碎的笑声,神经质的咆哮。 Drowned before dawn drowns in the gleam of dawn. Perhaps a night-time prophet? He could not discern their footsteps, the way their heels were walking heavy and slowly on the earth, the way the jackets rubbed against their strong bodies. He longs to hear the creaking of their leather boots. He thought: If my wishes are not allowed, I should expect from life only what that fate has given me. He stares again, listening more attentively, searching in his memory for the long forgotten tracing: hunters and prey. Suddenly he realized that one world was partially overlapping. In the room above him, a woman screamed, and her voice went into a broken laughter, nervously ranting.