方茶逐一照做，清雅的茶香袅袅升起。程谜眼前空无一物，他却用纯正动人的口音熟稔地念起了英文诗。
“I like for you to be still
I like for you to be still: it is as though you are absent
and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul
you emerge from the things, filled with my soul
You are like my soul, a butterfly of dreams
