我感觉好奇怪,似乎不是我一个人,我不是一个人活在这世上。
I have a strange feeling. I feel that I'm not alone. That I'm not alone in the world.
看见没,那边,低一点的地方,雾蒙蒙的,看,但不是真的雾,是无数的小星星。
Do you see it? And there, below, the fog. Look. It's not fog. It's really millions of little stars.
我投降了,如此而已。
I'm turning myself in. That's all.
只是现在 我想写书,一本真正的书,书里有一个女子,回一个陌生人的电话。
But now I want to write a book...a real book. In this book there's a woman...a woman who responds to the call of an unknown man.
一九六六年十一月二十三日,是她们生命中最重要的一天,那一天零晨三点,俩个人出生在不同城市 不同的洲陆,俩个都有深色头发,棕绿色的眼睛。
November 23, 1966...was the most important day of their lives. That day, at three in the morning...they were both born in two different cities...on two different continents. They both had dark hair and brownish-green eyes.