What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.(当你驾车离开,看着人们在平原上逐渐变小,直至成为散开的微粒,那种感觉是什么呢?那是浩渺的世界在我们上方拱卫,是我们的告别。然而,我们仍然向着天空下的下一个疯狂之旅倾身前进。)