To hang on from day to day and from week to week, spinning out a present that had no future, seemed an unconquerable instinct,just as one's lungs will always draws the next breath so long as there is air available.
To hang on from day to day and from week to week, spinning out a present that had no future, seemed an unconquerable instinct,just as one's lungs will always draws the next breath so long as there is air available.
一天天的坚持，一年年的坚持，回旋在没有未来的现在，仿佛是一种不可抗拒的天性，就像一个人在还有空气的时候，兀自呼吸。