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Is it which I am writing?
I recall, and now I’ve recollected.
Taking me into a time-traveling boat
in the shape of a petal,
along with the river in my soul.
See the passing sights through the windows;
at present I the Animagus
transform into Hedwig the owl.
Once upon a time, a passerby was taking photo.
Perhaps it was a whole world she has travelled;
but how could she not know?
There was a standing-one loose his head,
who was her soulmate she failed to contact.
Finally she’s here,
Found its stretching branches
remaining hopeless at the end of its life.
船上好像没有人，却像有人在驾驶一样 向远方的城市飘去。城市里好像也没有人，有一个轮廓可辨的钟。船继续飘着，带着水波朝向着这个城市。太阳就在我的背后吧，每一次，都是船无意摆动 铺开了阳光。这潭海水，或是河水 湖水——叠了多少层阳光，经过了多久又逐渐逐渐冷却到和云一样的温度。