The fog comes, on little cat feet. It sits looking, over harbor and city on silent haunches, and then moves on. 雾来了，踮着猫的细步。他弓起腰蹲着，静静地俯视海港和城市，又再往前走。 许多年后，雾停下脚步。他白发苍苍，拄着拐杖