你单薄的身子- 在如血的残阳下 拖得很长很长 远处传来的笑声 刺入你的耳膜 而你 依然穿着长衫喝酒 萧瑟的秋风 卷走了最后一片枯黄的叶 也吹人了你那 +多年没补的长衫的破洞 你执意要独树一帜 把几颗茵香豆 嚼成难懂的束言 让人心颤不已 风更猛,雨更人 你在这死亡的码兴上伏望 Your thin body - the laughter that has dragged you long and long under the sun, like blood, pierces your eardrum and you are still wearing a long gown and the bleak autumn wind is rolled away. The last yellow leaves are blowing you too. The hole in the long gown that hasn’t been added for many years and you insist on being unique to chewing a few infusible beans into a hard-to-understand gimmick makes people fiercer and fiercer. The rain will make you look forward to this death.