穿过虚空,犹似万颗星星敲打你的灵魂。它的舌头发出的声音贴着你的心口,并围成一个圆,圆心是一个“空”字。它叫空鼓。它在米色的纱帐下,稻色的蒲团上,神秘而安详。它即刻让你从生活中掉入一个从未体验过的世界。那声音仿佛来自未来,遥远的宇宙空间,星云、类星体、奇异的暗能量,未知的召唤;那声音仿佛来自远古,基因里残存着祖先的记忆,荒原、沼泽、通灵的舞蹈和巫术。雨岑那一刻就像个神女,一头长发垂落到腰 Through the void, like the million stars beat your soul. The sound of its tongue sticks to your heart and forms a circle. The center of the circle is an empty word. It’s empty. It is in the beige gauze, rice-colored puddles, mysterious and serene. It instantly plunges you into a world you’ve never experienced before. The sound seems to come from the future, distant cosmic space, nebulae, quasar, strange dark energy, and unknown summon; the sound seems to come from ancient times, with ancestral memory, wilderness, swamp, psychic dance and witchcraft . Rain Cen that moment is like a goddess, a long hair hanging down to the waist