outland poetry
Deep exist Song
深奥的生活之歌
巴尔巴哈克 husband
Our days, and sometimes flies so wandering, then wandering,
Floating debris as struggling in the wind and misfortune.
Perhaps another piece of the sky under the living will we smile,
Because life is broad, but as ocean
Bright, but rough.
Our days, and sometimes flies so rich, so rich,
As the field in April, warm fibrillation:
Thought the pouring rain flooding
Fantasy forest covered with hearts.
Some days we are flies so calm, so quiet ... ...
- Dawn of childhood! Blue jade carved Lake Lake! -
Let it poem, vibrato, mountains, birds in the way through life,
Even our own pain is absent.
Some days we are flies so dirty, so dirty,
Black ugly things like the five internal organs:
Those glamorous nightlife
Good and evil, is wrong, thanks to Kim shook the stink of money to measure.
Translator: 陈光孚
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