死亡,是这么一个情人他嗓音低沉,身著黑袍在必经之路等着我等我去赴那神秘的约会未曾谋面,却早已灵犀相通我常在夜里重温重温剪断脐带的咔嚓声剪子的双脚,我的双脚这其中充满了该有的暗示死亡,是这么一个情人你的信心比我的耐心还要久长韧性十足,如训练有素的声带一声呼唤,就足 Death, is such a lover his voice low, dressed in black robes in the only way waiting for me to go to that mysterious date did not meet, but already incompatible I often revisit at night to cut the umbilical cord clicks Scissors feet, my feet which is full of some of the implied death, is such a lover your confidence longer than my patience long tough, as well as well-trained vocal cries to foot