安静的时候，触碰到的细节，甚至像是内心裡的声音，有时那些被回忆种种如玻璃彩纸般带著些许摩擦的噪音包裹著。时至等待后的我，已能分辨这些漩涡如刺蝟的背脊，朝向著，当所有的困惑，在睁开双眼时，如同夜间的飞行症候群一併消逝的，那一日之际、一生之际，都在醒来的那一间刻。 At peace moments, the touches of details reflect the sounds like inner voices. Sometimes, those memories make noises like they are wrapped in vivid glass paper. I, after all the wait, could see through these whirlpools. They are like quills of hedgehogs, facing me. However, when eyes open, all the confusions are gone. At the moment of the day, the day of the life, it all happens at the second I wake.