Everything seems to exist in presage only: Our silhouettes set off against the light, gently pushing open the mountain ranges pushing open the river courses, stepping onto the burgundy, wine-flushed face of the earth; The whiskery rays of the sun are resolute and scintillating; The howling in the distance is the weeping of the sea.
溫柔地，推開山脈推開河流，走進大地酒紅色的酡顏；太陽的髮髭，剛毅而閃爍；遠方的呼嘯，是海在悲泣… …