Barefoot, to be closer to the skin of the earth, she quietly walked along the road as the wind dried her hair, neither saddened by the days 'passing nor regretful that her life's flame was flickering out nor luxuriating in the flowers and leaves of a beautiful summer morning. She felt the broken stones under her feet one after another reminding her that people may be strangers but the land is not.
著了衣裳，赤足去親近大地的膚體，風都來拭乾她的眉髮，她平平靜靜地走著路，也不哀傷日子已逝，也不反悔燃燭將盡，也不耽溺這豔夏薄晨的花葉，只是走著，感觸到碎石子在她腳肉下一再一再的提醒，人不親土親。