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.
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。
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