风筝飞了,在梦里飞了。毫无征兆地离开了线,它失去了惟一的依靠,卷进了风的怀抱。我看得出它是不愿意的,因为我感觉到它的无助。我无能为力,只有……只有看着它随风飘荡,近近的,远远的。有种说不出来的感觉渗透了我的心灵,像是失去了什么珍贵的东西, The kite flew and flew in the dream. Without a sign, he left the line. It lost its only reliance and was drawn into the embrace of the wind. I can see it is unwilling because I feel its helplessness. There is nothing I can do. Only... I can only watch it drifting in the wind, near and far away. A kind of insensible feeling penetrated my heart, like what was lost,