漆黑的轨迹上,落着浅浅的日光,好像一片融化了的冰雪,覆盖着大地清澈的瞳仁。飞驰而过的列车,把风声和树影都划得生疼。飞翔,向鸟借一双翅膀,冲破黎明的霞色和夜的牵绊,却发现,百年已逝,我们仍站在最初的轨迹上,迎接死亡。 On the dark trajectory, there is shallow sunlight, like a melting snow and ice, covering the earth’s clear pupil. The speeding trains have caused the wind and the shadows to be sore. Flying, I borrowed a pair of wings from the bird, broke through the rays of the dawn and caught up with the night, but found that a hundred years have passed and we are still on the initial trajectory to greet death.