《没有色彩的多崎作和他的巡礼之年》
“并不是一切都消失在了时间的长河里。”这是作在芬兰的湖畔分别时,应当告诉惠理的话。不过那时他没想到。“那时,
我们坚定的相信某种东西的自我。这样的信念绝不会毫无意义的烟消云散。”
作静下了心闭上眼睛入睡。意识尾部的灯火,如同渐渐远去的末班特快列车,徐徐增速,越变越小,被吸入黑夜的深处
消失了。身后只留下风穿过白桦林的声音。
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