人们面对你一张张喜怒哀乐众牛相想来你本就有菩萨的心肠要不哪能凝聚这笔笔的悲怆牛,你生长在这个世界上,为了生存,你付出了巨大的代价。但你却永远无法改变自己的命运。你的祖辈儿孙,他们跟你一样,早出晚归,任劳任怨,但你这庞然大物,为何在走向最后的归宿时流下了一串串晶莹 People face you a piece of joy and sorrow Musicians think you have a bodhisattva’s heart or not It can condense the pen of beggar, you grow in this world, in order to survive, you pay a huge price. But you can never change your own destiny. Your grandparents and grandchildren, who are like you, go back to work early, work hard, but why did you, as a monolith, shed a stream of crystal