比起Charles在静谧的雪山顶端无声回望半山腰上那匹白马的景象，

我更能够从容面对这幅粗犷草原中还在摆动的思绪。

飘雪山顶的那个长镜头的慢慢定格，安静得实在让人没有办法呼吸，

要么永远告别生命坚守的乌托邦？

还是义无反顾地重回人性的关怀？

救赎和逃离，

被拯救的还会是内心无归路的迷途吗？

太过严肃的场景，

太过沉重的选择。

我就只把目光放在了这疾风的原野上。

感性世界里的极限，

生命终极里的局限。

午夜影院的剧终时间，

不再演饰电影里面的人生。

一个摇晃的家伙忽然在我背后大声的问了一句

“Hey Dude, what condition your condition was in today?”

I woke up this morning with the sundown shining in，
I found my mind in a brown paper bag within.

I tripped on a cloud and fell a eight miles high,
I tore my mind on a jagged sky,
I just dropped in,

to see what condition my condition was in.

I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole,

and then I followed it in.

I watched myself crawling out as I was a crawling in.

I got up so tight I couldn’t unwind,
I saw so much and I broke my mind.
I just dropped in ,

to see what condition my condition was in.