載浮載沉地滯留在河岸，順應著她的軀殼，裏與外相互映照著，霧是靈魂，緩慢卻無法捕捉，遊蕩在半躺的身段裡，幽靜而輕盈，卻不帶有一絲孱弱。襯著霧，筋骨的咯吱聲是那樣的醒目，和緩的光流過，漸漸勾勒出一層一層的身影，她的軌跡，她的神態，似乎全都託付於水了。

Floating and sinking on the river bank, following her body, inside and outside reflecting each other. The fog is the soul, slow but uncatchable, wandering in the half-lying figure, quiet and light, but without a trace of weakness.Against the fog, the creaking of muscles and bones was so striking, the mild light flowed through, and gradually outlined layers of her silhouette. Her trajectory, her demeanor, all seemingly entrusted to the water.