ONE阿金从办公室出来时,已是暮色四合。他站在无人的安静走廊上,有些茫然地望着窗外西沉的落日。窗框的影子被斜斜地拉长,横跨在他的眼前,是黑色的。这个时候,他听见了声音。悠扬的琴声飘荡在空旷的走廊里,扰乱了他眼中凝固的光线,那些原本熟悉的线条重新组合,混杂揉搓搅乱翻滚,橙色的光线像是浪潮一样向四周翻涌,涌进了阿金的眼中。阿金瞪大了眼,突然迈开步伐循着浪潮的源头快步奔去。在浪潮的源头,他看见了苏越。傍晚时分夕阳的余晖流泻在苏越身上,勾勒出 ONE Akin came out of the office when it was Twilight. He stood in the quiet corridor of nobody, some blankly looking out the window of the sun sets. The shadow of the window frame was obliquely stretched across his eyes and was black. At this moment, he heard the sound. Melodious melody floating in the open corridor, disturbing the light of the solidification of his eyes, those who are familiar with the lines to re-mix, mixed rub mess up tumbling, the orange light like a wave of surging to the surrounding surging, poured into the eyes of Akin . Akin stared, suddenly take steps to follow the tide of the source quickly ran. At the source of the wave, he saw the Soviet Union. In the evening, the twilight of the setting sun drifted over the Soviet Union and outlined it