这个世界,发生再大的事情跟我们个人无关。一个国家的重组和消亡,一个个曾经显赫的人物,只留下可怜凄惨的记忆。地球在你出生时就旋转,当你离去时,它照样转动,不差分秒。每粒尘土就像我们每一个人。云有声音烟也有声音!两个男孩子在我身后争吵。我站住了,等他们经过我身边走到前面去,我跟在他们身后,等候他们最终给我的答案。他们一个变成了一缕烟,一个化做了一朵云,不再争论。我的脚步 In this world, what happens again is of little concern to us personally. The reorganization and demise of a country, once prominent figures, leaving only pitiful miserable memories. Earth rotates when you are born, and when you leave, it rotates, not bad for a second. Every dust is like every one of us. There are voices and voices in the cloud! There are two boys arguing behind me. I stopped, waiting for them to walk past me, and I followed behind them, waiting for their final answer to me. One of them turned into a wisp of smoke, one turned into a cloud, no longer arguing. My footsteps