一、彼岸归来我想象中的飞机窗子远没有现在所触摸到的这么狭小,而且透过这样的角度,我似乎真的只能看到躲在云里的机翅膀。我也一样,焦虑得想被炸一下,我焦虑于不确定目前处于下方的海的名字,或许和飞机相同,似乎也一样健忘,但我只记得终点的名字,不用去想我去了哪里,我又为什么离开,相信她也是。 First, the other side of the plane I imagined the aircraft window is far less touched so narrowly, and through this perspective, I really can only see the wing hiding in the clouds. I am the same anxious to want to be blown a bit, I am anxious about the name of the sea is now below, perhaps the same as the aircraft, it seems the same forgetful, but I only remember the name of the end, do not have to think where I went, Why did I leave, I believe she too.