我常常想起你们,有时在黄昏风起,有时在天明雨落。 我常常想起你们,有时在树梢月出,有时在群山日升。 有时是在途中,从一个城市到另一个城市,车子在不知所向的浓雾里颠沛,心房被突如其来的孤独充盈,耳边回环着嘶哑的车声和怪异的鸟鸣;有时是在家中,雨丝从灰暗夜空落下,敲响古老的屋檐和寂寞的瓦棱,偶尔,听得见小孩的梦呓声从小巷深处传来,在我刚刚合上一本书的瞬间,时钟敲响了十二下…… I often think of you, sometimes in the twilight, and sometimes in the rain. I often think of you, sometimes in the treetops of the moonrise, sometimes rising in the mountains. Sometimes on the way, from one city to another, the car was overthrown in the fog of unknown direction, the atrium was filled with unexpected loneliness, the hoarse car and the weird bird song revolved around the ear, sometimes at home, Rain fell from the dark night sky, ringing the ancient eave and lonely tile edge, and occasionally, heard the child’s dreams heard from the depths of alley, in the moment I just closed a book, the clock rang twelve under……