You are cross, I was longitudinal
You and I split the four directions of celestial bodies
We never place, the passing there
Meeting. After all, we met
Here, surrounded by fields filled with water ridge
There is a stop off the egret, a small stand quietly
And we quietly exchanged greetings, said the goodbye
Meet with silence, climbed two hills that are far
Look into the distance
(---- A white feather gently falling)
When a feather drop, ah, then
---- If we all want happiness like a white bird
It has quietly whereabouts. Yes, we hope
Even if they are ... with wings ...
March Lengqiao has dropped with the clouds
March of the night, I guess it belongs to the jurisdiction of Venus.
Hidden in every corner
Small probes are
They are sent here to wait for
Wait hyacinth Fat Kee multicolored real Southern interest.
─ ─ You see, it's head out from the holly bush
Peach is the naughty little slaves.
March, ah how wonderful night
The wind and spread the story in March, those stories really beautiful.
Legend: winter has begun to grow weary of the
To pick the United States in the spring, wearing ballet shoes;
Softly to her, not be found
The elves are impatient it!
Some ─ ─
I can not say
Night in March that
March pedestrians know
Cold liquid, with a flood of fanaticism
Overflow from a pile of ice cubes to the dissolved
- Finish later -
I have also come out as they
Out, like one of the drop
Scattered
Idea of how cold ah
Who can recover
Fields on the lost sheep?
(This fear is the formation of ice)
I turned my collar
Even if there is no wind, everything is quiet sway
The purpose of a bat-free
Since the secret flies, and join another
The dark, there is no hesitation stupid
没有什么使我停留
——除了目的
纵然岸旁有玫瑰、有绿荫、有宁静的港湾
我是不系之舟
也许有一天
太空的遨游使我疲倦
在一个五月燃着火焰的黄昏
我醒了
海也醒了
人们与我重新有了关联
我将悄悄地自无涯返回有涯，然后再悄悄离去
啊，也许有一天
意志是我，不系之舟是我
纵然没有智慧
没有绳索和帆桅
从这儿数过去
七倍的距离，向南——
啊，那就是啦。那是一颓
传说已久的，还未命名的星星
我是第一个发现的水手
梦土的开拓者
那确定它底存在的，不是观察，不是预言
而是我诗句织就的星图
此刻，象引度的圣者一样
我正对着迷惘的人世说：
从这里数过去
七倍的距离，向南……
You must wonder, different day playmate
The years of indifference
Ring in under the door of your house shaking off
If time is the oath I have tore up
Time records, it is far from the one brought to earth
This small town has to do sand brush