我不知道在何时,从那些如铅色的凝着孤独者的面庞一样的沉重的云朵里,飘洒出雪花来,都有如飞走着的细沙,迷蒙着我的眼。我想,倘若这撩眼的飞花可以分担那承压在我上头的乌黑的脸,我将感到无上的荣耀!然而,我无意将自己视为承担一切的英雄,我只是仅仅希望,在那如同夜色一般透明 I do not know when, from the heavy clouds like the lead-colored solitude of the lonesome, drifting out of the snow, there are all the fine sand that flies away, and my eyes are lost. I think that if this blind fly can share the dark face that bears my pressure on me, I will feel the supreme glory! However, I do not intend to regard myself as the hero who bears everything. I just hope only that there. As transparent as night