午后的阳光照进阴冷的房间,他坐在一张破椅上,目光停留在一簇向日葵上。那从野地里摘来的向日葵在微风中颤动,他的目光由专注到呆滞,仿佛看着花,又好像在透过花看着虚空,或根本什么都没有看。当阳光转过角度,亲吻它虔诚的 Afternoon sun shone into the cold room, he sat in a broken chair, eyes stay in a cluster of sunflowers. The sunflowers that came from the field fluttered in the breeze, his gaze focused on sluggishness, as if looking at the flowers, as if looking at the void through the flowers, or not at all. When the sun turns around, kiss it piously