失陷的青春你从飞扬的尘土中走来,又卷起飞扬的尘土,填埋着你的呼吸。你正在浇灌发芽的钢筋,不远处是一座座几何形的山,更远处的景物在一片迷蒙中隐现。这幅美丽的画面被你一滴汗水浸渍,阳光开始浑浊。在这个地方说青春,沉重得有如你手中的推车。你美丽弱小的身躯绷成一张满弓,力的矢量有一半用来碾压前进的阻力。在你透支的体力里,盐和青春正一点点流失。 You fall from the flying dust of the youth, and roll up the dust flying, filling your breath. You are pouring sprouted reinforcement, not far from a geometric mountain, the farther away in the scene of the looming. This beautiful picture is a drop of sweat soaked, the sun began to muddy. Speaking youth in this place, heavy as the trolley in your hands. Your beautiful little body stretched into a full bow, half of the force vector used to crush forward resistance. Salt and youth are losing a little bit in the strength of your overdraft.