一块蓝色的绸布,把天空越扯越宽,渺无际涯。我黑色的眼珠在蓝中旋转。我的眼神被分割成无数细小的颗粒,镶嵌在白云的蕾丝花纹里。木棉花在替我守候,这人间的喜怒哀乐都写在花瓣上,哪一朵要吐露火红的真言,其实无须发出声音。最永恒的诉说,应该悄悄地在静寂中流动,让时间和词语像睡眠一样舒缓,想象必须在草丛里潜伏,忘记姓氏。 A piece of blue silk, the more the sky pull more wide, boundless career. My black eyes are spinning in the blue. My eyes are divided into countless small particles, embedded in the white lace pattern. Kapok waiting for me, the world of emotions are written on the petals, which one to confide the truth, in fact, no need to make a sound. The most eternal complaint is that you should quietly flow in silence, letting time and words be as soothing as sleep, imagining that you must lurk in the grass and forget your last name.