Perhaps we are all just chasing a mirage.

也许我们都只是在追逐一个幻想。

And through the swaying, palpitant vision, as through a fairy mirage, he stared at the real woman, sitting there and talking of literature and art.

他穿过那摇晃的搏动的幻景有如穿过仙灵的海市蜃楼望着坐在那儿大谈其文学艺术的现实中的女人。

Perhaps we are all just chasing a mirage.

也许我们都只是在追逐一个想。

And through the swaying, palpitant vision, as through a fairy mirage, he stared at the real woman, sitting there and talking of literature and art.

他穿过那摇晃的搏动的景有如穿过仙灵的海市着坐在那儿大谈其文学艺术的现实中的女人。

Perhaps we are all just chasing a mirage.

也许我们都只是在追逐一个幻想。

And through the swaying, palpitant vision, as through a fairy mirage, he stared at the real woman, sitting there and talking of literature and art.

他穿过那摇晃搏动幻景有如穿过海市蜃楼望着坐在那儿大谈其文学艺术现实中女人。

Perhaps we are all just chasing a mirage.

也许我们都只是在追逐一个幻想。

And through the swaying, palpitant vision, as through a fairy mirage, he stared at the real woman, sitting there and talking of literature and art.

他穿过那摇晃的搏动的幻景有如穿过仙灵的海市蜃楼望着坐在那儿大谈其文学艺术的现实中的女人。

Perhaps we are all just chasing a mirage.

也许我们都只是在追逐一个幻想。

And through the swaying, palpitant vision, as through a fairy mirage, he stared at the real woman, sitting there and talking of literature and art.

他穿过那摇晃的搏动的幻景有如穿过仙灵的海市蜃楼望着坐在那儿大谈其文学艺术的现实中的女人。

Perhaps we are all just chasing a mirage.

也许我们都只是在追逐一个幻。

And through the swaying, palpitant vision, as through a fairy mirage, he stared at the real woman, sitting there and talking of literature and art.

他穿过那摇晃搏动幻景有如穿过仙灵海市蜃楼望着坐在那儿大谈其文学现实中女人。

Perhaps we are all just chasing a mirage.

也许我们都只是在追逐一个幻想。

And through the swaying, palpitant vision, as through a fairy mirage, he stared at the real woman, sitting there and talking of literature and art.

他穿过那摇晃的搏动的幻景有如穿过仙灵的蜃楼望着坐在那儿大谈其文学艺术的现实中的女。

Perhaps we are all just chasing a mirage.

也许我们都只是在追逐一个幻想。

And through the swaying, palpitant vision, as through a fairy mirage, he stared at the real woman, sitting there and talking of literature and art.

他穿过那摇晃的搏动的幻景有如穿过仙灵的楼望着坐在那儿大谈其文学艺术的现实中的。

Perhaps we are all just chasing a mirage.

也许我们都只是追逐一个幻想。

And through the swaying, palpitant vision, as through a fairy mirage, he stared at the real woman, sitting there and talking of literature and art.

他穿过摇晃的搏动的幻景有如穿过仙灵的海市蜃楼望着儿大谈其文学艺术的现实中的女人。