A child sat down, opened a book,
and began to read. And what he read out loud
came to pass. And what he kept to himself
stayed on the other side of the mountains.
But I promised seven happy endings.
I who know nothing about endings.
I who am always at the beginning of everything.
Even as our being together
always feels like beginning.
Not just the beginning of our knowing each other,
but the beginning of reality itself.
很喜欢:大声读出的已流逝,留给自己的停留在山的那一边。。。我总是在所有的开始。。。不仅是我们如同初识,而是真实本身的开端。