我穿过思想的丛林寻觅一座红房子面朝大海春暖花开海浪轻抚春的脸庞海浪不说话门开窗闭海湾失去了一双希冀的眼睛你倦了累了所以你哭了你醒了却醉了所以你走了你不说话没有回音在这春暖花开的季节里那人那房那海那开启人生的钥匙都丢失在心的旧宇剩下一把锈锁锁住了人间旭日的 I walk through the jungle of thoughts and look for a red house facing the sea. Spring blossoms. Waves caress the spring face. The waves do not speak. The windows open. The bay loses hopeful eyes. You are tired. So you cry, you wake up and get drunk. So when you left, you didn’t talk and there was no reply. In this spring season, the person’s room that sea opened the key to life was lost in the heart of the old universe, leaving a rusty lock to lock up the rising sun.