我亲爱的朋友,今晚是凉凉的雨夜,我孤身一人坐在你的墓前,也就是他们掩埋你死去的血肉的地方。我独自坐了很久,很久,听着雨落在你的墓碑上的声音,听着树叶沙沙被风吹拂过后的颤鸣。我亲爱的朋友,原来,死时生便全然无存。曾经,这世界上也真切地有过一个鲜活的你啊!可现在,你活过的痕迹全都随雨水落入尘埃,今夜仅有我,仅有我这么一个与你萍水相逢的流浪人陪着你,守着你存 My dear friend, tonight is a cool rainy night, and I am sitting alone at your tomb where they buried your dead flesh and blood. I sat alone for a long time, long time, listening to the sound of rain falling on your tombstone, listening to the rustle of leaves rustle after being blown by the wind. My dear friend, it turned out that there was no life at death. Once, this world has really had a fresh you ah! But now you have all the traces of life have fallen into the dust, only me tonight, only me a wanderer with you to meet You, guarding you save