我不害怕黑夜,因为我是在黑夜中生的,黑是我另一个母亲。黑是爱,是动词,黑是完整。黑多么干净,可以挤出月光的泪滴。黑多么执著,可以把风拒之千里。万物在变,但黑不变,黑可以碎在无边的梦境里,纯洁和缠绵。远去的都是尘埃,都是颗粒,抓不住,也无需抓住,就像黑,多么矛盾,保持健康的心态,坦然面对,足矣。 I am not afraid of the night, because I was born in the dark, black is my other mother. Black is love, is a verb, black is complete. How clean the black can squeeze the tears of the moonlight. Black how persistent, you can wind a thousand miles away. Everything is changing, but black does not change, black can be broken in boundless dreams, pure and lingering. All gone are dust, are particles, can not catch, do not need to seize, like black, how contradictory, maintain a healthy state of mind, frankly, enough.