生命中，我們總會(huì)與各種各樣的人相遇。也有許多人只能成為生命的過(guò)客。不管怎樣，過(guò)好自己的生活才是最重要的。
He doesn't haunt my dreams as I feared that night. Instead I am flying far across fields and woods, looking down on those below me. Suddenly I fall to the ground and it is only when I wake up that I realize I was shot by a hunter, brought down by the burden of not the bullet but the soul of the man who shot it. I realize later, with some degree of understanding, that Mike was the hunter holding me down and I am the bird longs to fly.
那天晚上，出乎意料的是，他并沒(méi)有入到我的夢(mèng)中。在夢(mèng)里，我飛過(guò)田野和森林，俯瞰著大地。突然間，我掉了下來(lái)......醒來(lái)后才發(fā)現(xiàn)原來(lái)自己被獵人打中了，但是令我墜落的不是他的子彈，而是他的靈魂。我后來(lái)才漸漸明白，原來(lái)邁克就是那個(gè)使我墜落的獵人，而我是那只渴望飛翔的小鳥(niǎo)。