今夜开始冬眠,黑天使泪水不断。今天夜色不睡,水船在水边居无定所。一个窗子里有一个人的月,一个月亮照着一双眼,一双眼里有一棵橄榄树。橄榄树在城外,城外今天已经天灰。雾水流淌从河水之巅,是草谢去露珠款款。河在最后一天,仍不明白自己穿过石桥还是蹚过水桥。肃穆的山里,谁也不知去向的母亲在静默的山脚下搭建一座石桥,星星开始路过。 Tonight began to hibernate, black angel tears continue. Today, the night does not fall asleep, water boats in the water without a permanent residence. One window in a month, a moon shining eyes, a pair of eyes with an olive tree. Olive trees outside the city, outside the city today have been ashes. Fog water flowing from the top of the river, is thanks to dew grass section models. On the last day of the river, I still do not understand whether I crossed the bridge or the bridge. Solemn mountain, no one knows where to go to the mother at the foot of the silent mountain to build a stone bridge, the stars began to pass by.