to walk 7000 miles
until I find the ohat I belong
I will rest my head side by side
to the ohat stays in the night
I will lose my breath in my st words of sorrow
and whatever es will e soon
dying I will pray to the moon
that there once will be a better tomorrow
苏从不安的睡梦中醒来。房间的厚重窗帘紧紧拉着，空调的加湿器嗡嗡作响，房间里很闷热，她用手捋了一把被汗水黏在前额和脖颈上的头发，坐起身。
她再次梦见了那个7岁