在三月 在你最意想不到的时候，总有个下午，大雾席卷而来 就像是一道屏障，他刚好垂到街灯那么高，将一切拦腰斩断，像一把白剑真是神奇，房子没有了屋顶，树枝失去了枝干，圣路易大教堂的尖顶也不见了，街上的行人都没有了脑袋，肩膀以上一切都消失了，在杰克逊广场上只能看到一具具无头尸体走来走去，撞到一起他们就问候说:"家里人都好吗"
in March there's always an afternoon, when you least expect it,a roof of fog comes down, a barrier,that hangs just below the street lamps and cuts everything.Like a white sword. lt's magic ! The houses lose their top floors, trees lose their branches,St Louis Cathedral loses its spires and the passers-by their heads.From the neck up, everything disappears.All you can see in Jackson Square is a bunch of decapitated bodies,stumbling about and greeting each other.''Everyone all right at home ?''
