Living here day by day,you think it's the center of the world. You believe nothing will ever change. Then you leave: a year,two years. When you come back,everything's changed. The thread's broken. What you came to find isn't there. What was yours is gone. You have to go away for a long time... many years... before you can come back and find your people. The land where you were born. But now,no. It's not possible. Right now you're blinder than I am.
在这里居住了一天又一天，你认为这里就是世界的中心。你相信一切都永不会改变。然后你离开了，一年，两年，当你回来时，一切都变了。那条线断了，你所寻找的并不是这里。你只能再次离开很长时间……很多年……直到你能回来寻找你的人们，你出生的土地。但是现在不可能。现在你比我还要瞎。
