Thetrain'srhythmwasalullabyofsteelonsteel,arelentlesssongthathadlongreplacedthewhispersofthewindinbambooforests.Outsidethewindow,asliverofamoon,thinandwan,hungabovetheendlessgraysprawlofaEuropeancity.Adifferentmoon,Ithought,astranger'smoon.Myhandtracedthecondensationontheglass,afleetingtouchofaworldIwasonlypassingthrough.ItwasnothinglikethemoonIknew,theonefromthepoemsandtheancients...[阅读全文]
