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“呵———，
多干瘪的果实。”
一支鸟鸣般的小曲
穿越着果林。
“睡吧，大地的孩子”
风儿吻了绿的叶子。
梦 ，半闭半开着，
像是圆润自己。
“呵———，你看，
多么饱满的果实呀。”
鸟啾啾着飞走了，
赐我以绿的歌声。
Short songs
Haha,
Many withered fruits
A bird like song
Traveling through the fruit forest.
"Sleep, the child of the earth"
The wind kissed the green leaves.
Dreams, half closed and half open,
Like rounding oneself.
Haha, look,
What a plump fruit it is
The bird chirped and flew away,
Give me a green song.
纸上之鸟
它是我的心爱之物，
尽管只是小小的鸟儿，
孤独的悲悯，
怅望苍穹。
是我的心爱之物，
就不在乎它的卑微了。
我是永远的听众，
聆听它那婉转的鸣叫。
我的心爱之物，
并不美丽出众，
它躺在美里，
回忆着它的韶光。
我常常想起它，
我的心爱之物，
我酣然地睡在水底，
等待它掠过。
Bird on Paper
It is my beloved thing,
Although it's just a small bird,
Lonely compassion,
Looking at the sky with melancholy.
It's my beloved thing,
I don't care about its lowliness anymore.
I am the eternal listener,
Listen to its gentle chirping.
My beloved thing,
Not exceptionally beautiful,
It lies in the beauty,
Recalling its youth.
I often think of it,
My beloved thing,
I sleep soundly at the bottom of the water,
Waiting for it to pass by.
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