赤着脚，轻轻踩在地板上。风，任性地从窗子飘进来，凉凉的，静静的，带起纷飞的发丝，带起月亮空洞的温存，丝丝点点，染着轻盈的寞落，把这繁复的世界渲染得安静如水。(With bare foot, gently step on the floor. Wind, comes from the window capriciously, cool and quiet, and flies hair up, and brings empty tenderness of the moon, every drop and every trace, and dyes the light loneliness, and renders this complicated world quiet, just like water.)