Later our dreams begin catching fire around the edges, they burn like paper, we wake with our hands full of ash.

Later our dreams begin catching fire around the edges, they burn like paper, we wake with our hands full of ash.

后来我们的梦开始在边缘着火，它们像纸一样燃烧，我们醒来时手上满是灰烬。

-- Naomi Shihab Nye 纳奥米·希哈布·奈伊