泰戈爾《飛鳥集》

Once we dreamt that we were strangers.

We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

有一次，我們夢見彼此竟是陌生人。

醒來時，才發(fā)現(xiàn)我們本是親密無間。

文字里沉浮著若有似無，淡淡的卻又濃濃的情誼，訴說著清晨壓抑在心里，無法飄散也無從說起的言語。。。