Male: At the age of 20, I climbed out of the swamp of youth, like a bruised lyre, dumb in the theme of vagrancy-there you are.
Woman: I walk towards you.
Have a pair of eyes as bright as bellflower.
W: You said you liked my eyes.
Man: Wipe away my naked loneliness.
Woman: Lonely? Why are you always lonely?
Really?
Woman: Really?
M: The first time.
Woman: Is this the first time?
Man: The warm hand of the sun.
Woman: It's warm.
Man: Gently.
Woman: Gently.
Man: You touched me.
Woman: Did I touch you?
Therefore, the past will never freeze again.
Woman: freeze your wishes
M: I picked up my song, picked up a string of disappointed notes and walked into a spring evening.
Woman: A dusk, a dusk without wrinkles.
Man: And at dusk, the station that can never stand up.
Woman: Never stand up again, never stand up again.
Man: On that night in April, there were no stars and no moon.
There are no stars and no moon. It was an ordinary night.
Man: I traded my experience in the swamp for your past story.
W: No one will forget. The swamp is so muddy and the story is so sad.
M: At this time, you are wet in my retina.
W: I turned over a book of poems on my knee. It's Whitman's.
Man: I think you are a pure white bird.
W: I was thinking, what are you thinking?
M: I know that no cage has ever imprisoned you and nurtured your persistent loneliness and beautiful silence.
Woman: Yes, it imprisoned me and raised me.
M: I know, you didn't expect it to rain suddenly in the morning when you first started flying.
W: Yes, it rained the first time I took a plane.
Man: I know, rain wet feathers, heavy wings and sad your heart.
Woman: Yes, the rain broke my heart.
Man: You didn't find it, did you?
Woman: Are you looking at me?
M: My hot and humid pulse is rising with unspeakable impulse.
Woman: I really want to lift my eyes and look at you.
Man: But you didn't look up?
Woman: I didn't look up. I am still looking through Whitman's poems.
Yes, I know. I'm not a rock or a dam.
Woman: Not a stone, not a dam.
There is no solid tree to rely on.
Woman: It's not a solid tree either.
M: But if you like.
Woman: You say, if I want to.
M: I will. I will be brave. I will use my not broad shoulders and a loyal heart cultivated on the plateau to hold up a sky that will never be wronged for you.
Woman: (sky without injustice) You said if I wanted to.
M: Yes, if you like.
M: If you like.
W: If you like.