But how can it be true that the sounds of stepping on the most dried fallen leaves and cicada sloughs are echoing so long, so far in the empty valley of my heart?
But how can it be true that the sounds of stepping on the most dried fallen leaves and cicada sloughs are echoing so long, so far in the empty valley of my heart?
而脚下踩着干透的落叶和蝉蜕时发出的碎裂声,何以在我的心的空谷中,那么悠远,那么长久地回荡?