念天地之幽幽 建築，是思想的具體化。 而一個城市，代表著它的子民的群體意識。這些言論僅是我的一點淺見，若能藉由區區拙文而感染一二心靈，那麼我就也不虛此行了。

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”Your eyes that once were never weary of mine
Are bowed in sorrow under pendulous lids,
Because our love is waning.”
And then She:
”Although our love is waning, let us stand
By the lone border of the lake once more,
Together in that hour of gentleness
When the poor tired child, passion, falls asleep.
How far away the stars seem, and how far
Is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart!”
Pensive they paced along the faded leaves,
While slowly he whose hand held hers replied:
”Passion has often worn our wandering hearts.”
The woods were round them, and the yellow leaves
Fell like faint meteors in the gloom, and once
A rabbit old and lame limped down the path;
Autumn was over him: and now they stood
On the lone border of the lake once more:
Turning, he saw that she had thrust dead leaves
Gathered in silence, dewy as her eyes,
In bosom and hair.
”Ah, do not mourn,” he said,
”That we are tired, for other loves await us;
Hate on and love through unrepining hours.
Before us lies eternity; our souls
Are love, and a continual farewell.”

-給那位已被遺忘的人,我們也曾如此話別...
(圖片: autumn in Warsaw, 2004/10)