MOEBIUS

摘要

I've watched you die a thousand times. The first was the hardest. I watched the birds from my hotel balcony, tracing every arc and dive, marking each wire they touched, each windowsill. If one of them hadn't landed on the stoplight above you, I might never have noticed you crossing the street. I might never have noticed the van, a blurry streak of silver barrelling your way. Your first death was the hardest, but it was the most beautiful. I had to see it again.