神秘的灰尘总是在夜晚显现。神秘的雾、水汽、梦呓总是在夜晚升腾。有一株水草从湖心伸出自己长长的茎,悄无声息地刺破露水。有一个人在这里坐了很久,离开的时候留下划痕。没事的,玻瓦尔。那是黑夜最好的纪念。我年轻时,苏格拉底、尼采年轻时,常碰到这样的划痕。最好的办法是对着划痕唱歌。人类最缺乏的是歌手。优秀歌手。野兽到处都是。我只是初来乍到的一个。 Mysterious dust always appears at night. Mysterious fog, water vapor, dreams are always rising at night. There is a plant that stretches out its long stem from the heart of the lake, quietly piercing the dew. A person sat here for a long time leaving a scratch left. Nothing, Bolivar. That is the best night’s memory. When I was young, Socrates, Nietzsche young, often encounter such a scratch. The best way is to sing the scratch. The most lacking in humanity is the singer. Excellent singer Beasts are everywhere. I’m just the first one to arrive.