生命的力量在气体里挥发,到了最后,一切枯萎,就只剩下无色声香味道了。有时候早上醒来会因为忘记梦境而隐有遗憾。最近一次是,梦见去世已近二十年的外婆,梦里,在灰色的梦里,她如生前般静坐于狭窄的湾仔旧居客厅,一头曲发斑白, The power of life is volatile in the gas, and in the end, when all is wilted, there is only a colorless sound of fragrance. Sometimes wake up in the morning because of forgotten dreams and implicit regret. Most recently, my grandmother and my dream, who dreamed of living nearly 20 years ago, was asleep in a gray dream as she was. She was sedentary in the narrow living quarters of Wan Chai,