Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes. 有时，通过它思绪的杂音，它能听到宇宙，是的。 But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality. 但是有时亦不胜悲伤，于那漫漫长梦中。它创造了没有夏日的世界，在黑日下颤抖着，将自己悲伤的创造视为现实世界。