开始的开始,是我们唱歌。最后的最后,是我们在走。我做了一个梦。我梦见自己身着黑色的风衣伫立于昏暗冷寂的路口,等待着一班不知何时到站的地铁。我一个人傻傻地站在那儿,不时地会有一两个人从我身旁经过。他们目光呆滞,动作僵硬,夹杂着陌生的味道。我莫名其妙地感觉到无所适从,于是只好紧紧地裹紧我那被风掀起的风衣。车子过了好久都没有来,周围的人变得越来越少。我搓着手不停地来回张望,却发现天色越来越暗。道旁的路灯渐次熄灭,那些路人奔走的速度开始加快, The beginning, we sing. Lastly, we are walking. I had a dream. I dreamed I was wearing a black trench coat stood in the dark, cold junction, waiting for a group I do not know when to arrive subway. I stand alone silly, from time to time there will be one or two people passing by me. They look dull, stiff action, mixed with a strange taste. I somehow feel confused, so I had to tightly bind my windbreaker set off by the wind. After a long time the car did not come, the people around it become less and less. I rubbed his hand constantly looking back and forth, but found the sky getting dark. The street lights gradually extinguished, the speed of those passers-by began to speed up,