一新叶,泛绿,枯黄,飘落枝头;同样默默积蓄的力量,让我们纯洁在无望的爱情里,在家的岩层中风化殆尽。我们未能有足够的沉静,看沉寂的枝头,哪个凌晨鼓出了花蕾,哪个暮晚展开了第一朵;我们未能走足够远的路,看雪水在哪里汇成了小溪,在哪里流进了大海,它们的清澈在哪里挣扎着消失……对自身,我们更没有耐心,自觉不自觉地逐流浮沉,尽管也能从别人那里预测到将来的 A new leaf, greenery, yellow, falling branches; the power of the same silent accumulation, let us pure hopeless love, weathered in the rock formations. We failed to have enough silence to see the quiet branches, which bloomed in the early morning, and which twilight opened its first; we failed to go far enough to see where the snow gathered in streams, Where they flowed into the sea, where their clearness struggled to disappear ... For themselves, we are more impatient, unconsciously drifting, though we can predict from others the future