《没有色彩的多崎作和他的巡礼之年》
两人已经不再说一句话。语言在这里失去了力量,就像停止了舞蹈的舞者,他们只是静静相拥,委身于时间的流逝。那
是过去与现在(大概还要加上一点未来)浑然化作一体的时间。两人的身体间没有空隙,她温暖的气息规律地吹拂在作
的脖子上。作闭着眼,寄身于音乐的回响,聆听着惠理的心跳声。那声音和系在堤坝边的小艇发出的咔哒声交叠了。
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