In the deep step-like chasm, I looked above. Everything round stagnated, nothing but raised silent. Speechless as past, but full of something graceful rhetoric I can’t speak out. I pretended to being thinking. Within those flied time, I escaped. Regardless surroundings, for answering a shallow answer. There was a kind of secreted metaphor of times’ earnest. Then a helpless voice was born, in this chasm. Everything is all but gone. I turn around, nothing but had been left me. ——翻译自@边缘泪滴