深深深呼吸,我一次次重复这个动作,沉浸在对Norwegian Forest轻微的迷恋之中。这个时候,我会想起马丁山上的小木屋,那一座没水没电的旧式红房子,我系着厚厚的羊毛围巾,在门前与你静静对视。你说,听。 Deep breaths, I repeat this movement again and again, immersed in a slight fascination with the Norwegian Forest. At this time, I would think of the cabin on Martin Hill, an old red house with no water and no electricity. I wore a thick wool scarf and looked at you quietly in front of the door. You say, listen.