Strangely, every time our look stayed there for quite a long while as if attracted by a sort of nostalgia or melancholy. But we never entered into it.

• 不知为什么,总也不厌的怅望着那一片被围起来的寂寂的土地,好似乡愁般的依恋着它,而我们,是根本没有进去过的。