三年后,他们在麦迪西斯公园重逢。他迈着细碎而整齐的步子急匆匆走在沙砾铺就的笔直平坦的小径上,脚下发出嘎吱嘎吱的响声,一面思索着一些细碎而平常的事情。她坐在一张石凳上,手里拿着一本卷了角的书。头顶上方,一棵日本金松似乎随着她的呼吸有节奏地轻轻摇摆着。 Three years later, they meet again at Madison Square Park. He hurried down his fine, neat steps on a smooth straight path of gravel, with a crunching noise at his feet, contemplating something subtle and ordinary. She sat on a stone bench with a curled book in her hand. Above the top of the head, a Japanese Jinsong seems to gently sway rhythmically as she breathes.