They go on.
They leave Omelas, they walk ahead into the darkness,
and they do not come back.
The place they go towards is a place
even less imaginable to most of us than the city of happiness.
I cannot describe it at all.
It is possible that it does not exist.
But they seem to know where they are going,
the ones who walk away from Omelas.
我无法时常多读一些这样的文学。
因为我付不出等价的眼泪和心跳。