I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.
我要向黑暗中投入言语，等待回音，如果回音响起，无论多么微弱，我都要发出其他的言语去诉说，去行军，去战斗，去创造一种对生活的渴望，这种渴望吞噬着我们所有人。
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