生存何足道!要生活,就必须行动。你在何处,我在向你呼吁,箭手!生命之弓在你脚下横着。俯下身来,拣起我吧!把箭搭在我的弓弦上,射吧!我的箭如飘忽的羽翼,嗖地飞去了,那箭手把手挪回来,搁在肩头,注视着向远方消失的飞矢。而渐渐地,已经射过的弓弦由震颤归于凝止。 How to survive! To live, we must act. Where are you, I am calling to you, Archer! Bows of life are at your feet. Leaned down and picked me up! Put the arrow on my bowstring and shoot it! My arrow flew like a flickering wing, and the whistle flew back, and the archer moved his hand back, resting it on his shoulder, and watching the disappearance of the faraway Flying Arrow. Gradually, the bows that have been shot by the tremor attributed to condensation.