Echo 坐在對麵，咫尺之間，一縷柔韌的火焰，在他的眼裏搖曳著，傷感而執著地燃燒。然後回到中國，回到父母那裏靜養片日，沉寂下來，我的路將是天涯海角的流浪，不再談愛。
寒意悄然在莫亭閉目的眼簾裏緩緩散落，濃濃的卷入潮濕的煙雨裏開遍。握在Echo掌心裏的手不停地顫抖，宛然風暴裏一顆簌簌抖動的心與雷電的手臂相纏，躍動的節奏扭動著全身的每一個關節,體會這冰涼粉碎的感覺。
"你不能走嗬。。。。。"呼喚紛紛揚揚，如塵土飛揚，自心底，踩雨後的彩虹上升，衝破喉腔，四處彌散。
Perished Heart
“If this process of love failed, if I could not be with you forever…,” Echo cries, pressing Non-Stop’s hands firmly to his, “I would have no alternative but burning this house that all this certainly will torture me in soul and in body. It is in the presence of you, a shadow of you, consistently. I will have to burn and perish these tortures. But, Non-Stop, hear me, that I will do. It was part of me and so were you. When you take leave of me, let me be absorbed into these 500 CD, into the totality of music sound to lessen the immense obsessions, the endless pains and the sweep of remembering, to survive day after day, night after night
Echo’s shouts come over, and a waft, a drift of icy blast roars in, heavily acts on.
For a moment, a sign of soft but determined flame sways and burns in his eyes, mournfully but persistently, to and fro, with Echo and Non-Stop between them, an inch width. “To and fro then back across to China, to my parents where I came from, they would give me an emotion shelter, temporarily. But ultimately, I am destined to nowhere, drift around the world, and love is no longer open again...”
A progressive cold on cold slides into Non-stop’s closed eyes, slowly and silently scattered, swirling into a pond of foggy-smoky tears Her quivered hands at his palm, tremble, as happened to a heart shivered in the raw storm, mingled with lightning’s arms. Rhythms shake and whip a responsive pattern through every bone, causing her in a cold smashed feeling in pursuit.
“You cannot go…” Echo’s cries pour and sweep, immense as dustdown, into Non-Stop’s face.
From heart bottom the rainbow after sun-shower uprising where scream touching on, ascent into the throat and explode, in the sky, where his bustling shouts occupy, spread out here and there, now and then.
