所以，我就写了第二本书：里面是一个长了翅膀的人，一些树根蔓延到天上的树，一些忘却自己姓名的人们，以及什么也不能忘却的人们。

So I wrote a second book, and I filled it with men who grew wings, and trees with their roots growing into the sky, and people who forgot their own names, and people who couldn't forget anything.

youdao

所以，我就写了第二本书：里面是一个长了翅膀的人，一些树根蔓延到天上的树，一些忘却自己姓名的人们，以及什么也不能忘却的人们。

So I wrote a second book, and I filled it with men who grew wings, and trees with their roots growing into the sky, and people who forgot their own names, and people who couldn't forget anything.

youdao