又是自然醒,天未亮,走廊的酒瓶东倒西歪,接连又是一阵久睡之后的头痛,做了个长长的噩梦,有点不真实,时间?(可能是凌晨27点83分)。未来未知,恐怖且美好。此刻,我们身体渐渐长出了翅膀和羽毛,我们似乎对此并不觉得奇怪,梳理羽毛后,互相道别,展开翅膀,飞向即将到来的黎明,继续迁徙。虽然看不见,但那胆怯的光就在山的后面… I wake again, before dawn. Bottles are scattered across the corridor. That same dull ache follows too much sleep. A long dream, already fading. Time—27:83, or something like that. The future remains unknown, terrifying, beautiful. And then, wings begin to grow. Feathers emerge quietly from our backs. No one questions it. We straighten them, say goodbye, and lift into the pale light, heading toward something ahead. Though we can't …