八角街
沿着一个方向 我们像所有行进着的人们那样走着 我记得: 在瞬间我们曾忘记过时间 忘记过语言,忘记过声音 因为在这样的时候,我向神祈示 我只看见了石头和铜 其余什么也没看见
The Octagonal Street
Along one side we walked as all who walked I still remember That moment we forget time forgot language, forgot sound because at such a moment I prayed for an enlightenment: I see nothing but stones and copper
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