三月,几条街道在冬日的余风中喘息等待时机夜晚,两脚浮肿的您力所能及地压低呻吟声但仍被所有疼您的人深深听见三月,已经一无所求的您在反复发作的疼痛中回到日夜壮大的乡村和略略发青的湿润田野多么平实而精巧的风景呵,三月您感到了无与伦比的疲惫和轻松听见了过去您一直不曾 March, a few streets in the winds of winter, waiting for a breath of time, night, eyelid swelling of your feet as far as you can to moan, but still deeply hurt you deeply heard in March, you have no desire to recurrent The pain of the day and night to return to the vast rural areas and the slightly greenish and moist fields how simple and delicate scenery Oh, March you feel unparalleled fatigue and easily heard the past you never have