一片黑暗中，有人一直走在我身旁，我们谁也不说话，然后忽然他就转身了，我回过头看着他，他行走的方向有光。逆光只能看见他的背影，他的胸腔空了，一直在流血。我不再看他，继续向我原本的方向走过去。依然一片黑暗。我手上拿着一把匕首，上面有血。我哭醒了。
In the dark. Someone walks next to me the whole time, neither of us speaks. Suddenly he turns his back. I turn back to look, find light in the direction he’s walking to. Backlit, only his silhouette visible, his chest is hollowed, blood flowing out. I stop looking at him, continue with my own journey, to where I was heading to before. Still dark. There’s a dagger in my hand, covered in blood. I wake up crying.