当她说话时，她那满溢着情感的凝视的目光从地面移至我的双眼，移至月光闪耀的天空，移至地面，又回到我的双眼。
As she speaks, her emotional gaze shifts from the ground, to my eyes, to the moonlit sky, to the ground, and back to my eyes again.
艺术家就像是个装满情感的容器，这些情感可能来自天空，来自大地，来自一片纸屑，一抹人影，甚至是一张蜘蛛网。
The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web.
我全力剪切的情感粘贴不了尘世的天空，象一片雪花悄然坠落，但却无力保存。
I can not paste the full cut of the earth's sky feeling, like a snowflake falling quietly but unable to save.
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