此刻，黎明正以曦光后捋发丝 记忆敲打家门，如耳光掴在脸上 拄着扶手，我凝视着窗外 灰雾弥漫 Why did I dream of you last night? Now morning is pushing back hair with grey light Memories strike home, like slaps in the face; Raised on elbow, I stare at the pale fog beyond the window. 于是许多以为忘却的旧事 带着陌生的疼痛，重返心间： 像寄给某人的信如址抵达 而那里却早已人去楼空 So many things I had thought forgotten Return to my mind with stranger pain: Like letters that arrive addressed to someone Who left the house so many years ago.