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Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.
晚上,至爱的人类。夜晚，当语言褪色，万物复苏。当一天的破坏性分析完成后，所有真正重要的事情都变得完整和健全。当人把残缺的自己重新组合起来，像树一样平静地生长。