我是谁?我站在长夜初雪的街头,遥望漫天飞舞穿过一地素锦映出天光的白蝶。蝶影映在斑驳的青石上,扯成瘦削的人形。我振翅穿梭在纷扬的雪色中,俯视满目白色尽头孤单的人影。清影下的脸庞,那是……我吗?朔风的尖叫远了。轻柔的歌声响起,迷离了虚实的边界。“昔者庄周梦为蝴蝶,栩栩然蝴蝶也……”夜色清冽如水。天光消散,白蝶将自己藏于梦境。座钟在朦胧中呢喃。离破晓还早,我却不见了睡意。 Who am I? I stood in the streets of the early night snow, overlooking the sky flying through a prime vegetarian Kam white shining sky butterfly. Butterfly film reflected in mottled bluestone, pulled into a thin human form. I flutter in the flickering wings of the snow, overlooking the eyes of the white lonely figure. Qing Ying’s face, that is ... ... I? The wind scream far away. Gentle singing sounded, blurred the actual situation of the border. “The past Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, vivid butterfly also ... ” night clear water. Daylight dissipated, butterflies hide themselves in the dream. Clock in the dim whisper. Early dawn, but I did not sleep.