渡

渡过去，又渡回来。同一条河，渡了无数遍。回南的空气就是一条河，你渡不过去，因为到处都是水。这首曲子没有起点，也没有终点。你以为你过去了，其实你还在水里。Ambient的纹理像回南的空气，把你漂浮着，让你以为你在前进，但其实只是在漂浮。渡，是那个永远在过程中的感觉。

Cross over. Cross back. The same water, crossed a thousand times. During the return of the south, the air itself is the river — you can't cross it because water is everywhere. This track has no beginning, no end. You think you've crossed, but you're still in the water. Ambient textures like the saturated air of the south — floating, thinking you're moving forward, but really just suspended. Crossing the Same Water is the feeling of always being in the middle of something.