也许,几万年过去了,江河都老了,星河都变了。我,还会是我吗?一只小蝴蝶在飞,从湖面上掠过,明镜上泛起一丝划痕。它在芳甸上栖寻花香的宿所,暖阳穿透了空谷,两片新旧交杂的绿叶慢慢掉落下来。这是真实的世界,还是庄周的幻境?等我醒来的时候,这世界正下着小雨。指针在时光里旋转着,时光不是静止的,太阳的光芒自东向西地挥洒过去。有的人,已经老了;城市也变了,我不再认识。 Perhaps, tens of thousands of years later, the rivers are old, the Milky Way have changed. Me, will it be me? A small butterfly flying, passing over the lake, a trace of scratches on the mirror. It habitat in the florid habitat on the Midan, warm sun pierced the valley, two old and new mixed green leaves slowly falling down. Is this a real world or a dreamland? When it wakes up, the world is drizzling. Pointer rotates in time, the time is not static, the sun’s rays from east to west sway past. Some people, already old; the city has changed, I no longer know.