一名年轻男人打开某间阴暗公寓的门,他是那种在时尚杂志经常出现的年轻男模特,平头,穿着 T 恤和牛仔裤,一脸的酷。他转过身,离开了敞开的大门,他的眼睛里闪烁着坚定,他起跑,以跨栏跑的姿式猛地向墙壁撞去。泥粒四溅,墙给撞出了一个大洞;他仍在加速,撞开了一堵堵的墙。一名年轻女子跑了进来,她和男青年平行着奔跑,一样地撞开了墙壁。他们在楼梯间停了下来,相互看着对方,眼神诉说着双方心灵共通。音乐突地宏大悲壮起来,他们撞开了最后一堵墙,跑到了一样阴暗的森林里,在杂草和丛林之间飞奔着。两棵参天大树立在两人面前,笔直的树干直通蓝天,他们没有绕过去,他们沿着树干飞奔上去,他们摆脱了地球重力,否定了理性,跑到参天的树梢,澄明的太空就在眼前,他们拚尽全力,跃向天空…… A young man opened the door of a dark apartment, he was the kind of young male models often appear in fashion magazines, flat, wearing T-shirts and jeans, a look of cool. He turned and left the open door, his eyes twinkling steadily, and he started, hurling to the wall in a hurried posture. The mud splashed and the wall knocked out a big hole; he was still accelerating and knocking open a plugged wall. A young woman ran in and she ran parallel to the young man, breaking the wall as she did. They stopped in the stairwell, looked at each other, looked at each other’s eyes. Suddenly, the music burst into greatness, they broke the last wall, ran into the same gloomy forest, and ran between the weeds and the jungle. Two towering trees stood in front of two people. The straight tree trunks led directly to the blue sky. They did not go around. They flew up along the trunk. They got rid of the gravity of the earth, denied their rationality, went to towering trees, clear space In front of them, they make every effort to jump to the sky ...