大致上可以翻譯爲，
回憶是個聽來只有回聲，看來只有殘影的處所。
回憶是眼中的白色屏障，是耳中的低鳴。 它交織成一幅蜘蛛網。
-卡爾.英格倫德
I went to a book shop in Berlin , and saw this phrase which was written in a book's fly page accidentally.
Memory is a place where you hear only echoes and see only shades .
Memory is the eye's cataract and the ear's tinnitus . It toils in the spider's web.
- Carl Emil Englund
我想正是因為如此，每每回味起來才特別美吧？！
I think that's why memory always so beautiful .
也許就像星星一樣
再遙遠的彼端發出耀眼的光芒，可以粗略瞧見，卻無從看清其樣貌
Perhaps it's just like those dazzling stars which shin in a far distance , we can only see their silhouette but couldn't have a look at the details .
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