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1 上帝是喜怒无常的。路德这样想。这时候,他正在飞往英国切尔西的班机上。漂亮的空中小姐来到路德身边。有许多乘客希望路德在他们的东西上留下他的大名。 “Ruud Gullit”,路德耐心地一一签上自己的名字。“我是古利特”。他喃喃自语,曾几何时,这个姓氏风靡欧洲乃至整个世界。 但是,现在他老了,他觉得他正在离开一个舞台的中心。大幕不会垂下,可是古利特在走向一个聚光灯照不到的角落。他还不会被人遗忘,人们的记忆是有惯性的,可是失落感仍然占据着他那清高孤傲的心。
1 God is moody. Luther thought so. At this time, he was on a flight to Chelsea, England. Beautiful stewardess came to Luther’s side. Many passengers want Luther to leave his name on their stuff. “Ruud Gullit,” Luther be patient one by one to sign his name. “I am Gulit.” He muttered to himself, once upon a time, this surname popular in Europe and the world as a whole. However, now that he is old, he feels he is leaving the center of a stage. The curtain will not hang down, but Gulit is in the corner of a spotlight. He will not be forgotten, people’s memory is inert, but still occupy his lofty sense of loss of heart.