首頁 飛鳥集(2019)

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The cricket’s chirp and the patter of rain come to me through the dark, like the rustle of dreams from my past youth.

蟋蟀的唧唧,夜雨的淅瀝,從黑暗中傳到我的耳邊,好似我已逝的少年時代沙沙地來到我夢境中。