你献出高耸的塔尖,供旅行中的太阳和月亮轮流在上面休息。天空下,近处的钟楼,远方的潮汐,十字路口的谜语,纵横交错的答案,万物在安睡之前,都为自己找到了一席之地。你隐瞒各种审判,包容它们的坏脾气。我随时准备手臂、鞋子和耐心,习惯在画面不美的时候,用一首老歌抗争错过的花开。露天盛宴里摆着生老病死,老虎、蚯蚓和人类的吃相都一览无余。你静临大地,如坐云端,从不教诲谁,包括我,正在囫囵吞枣地,吞时间,吞速度。 You give up towering spiers for the rest of the sun and the moon in your journey to take turns. The sky, the bell tower in the distance, the tides in the distance, the riddles at the crossroads, and the criss-cross answers all find a place for themselves before falling asleep. You hide the trials and the bad temper that embraces them. I am always ready for arms, shoes and patience, and I used to spend the flowers I missed when I was not beautiful. Living in the open feast dead and dead, tigers, earthworms and human eat at a glance. When you come to the earth, like sitting in the clouds, never teaching who, including me, is swallowing, swallowing time, swallowing speed.