恶的变形 秋天,森林边缘的黑色脚步;无言的毁灭的时刻;麻风病人的前额在光秃的树木下面窃听。久逝的傍晚现在沉落在青苔的阶梯上;十一月。一口钟鸣响,牧人把一群黑色和红色的马匹引进村里。榛树下面,绿色的猎人挖出一只鹿的肠子。他的手烟一般冒出血液,在这个人的眼睛上面的树叶中,鹿子的影子在褐色的沉寂中叹息;森林。三只乌鸦散开,它们的飞翔是一首带着消隐的和 The vicissitudes of autumn fall, the black steps on the edge of the forest; the silent moment of destruction; the leprosy’s forehead eavesdrops under the bare trees. The long, dying evening now sank on the steps of moss; November. A bell rings and the shepherd introduces a group of black and red horses into the village. Under the hazel tree, a green hunter dug up a deer’s intestine. The smoke of his hands was generally exuded from blood, and in the leaves of the man’s eyes the deer’s shadow sighs in the brown silence; the forest. The three crows were scattered, and their flight was a sum of vanishing