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Bei Dao
Mean is the mean of those passes,
Noble is the epitaph of the noble,
Look at the gilded sky,
Great, full of the dead bent reflection.
Ice age passed,
Why all this ice?
Cape of Good Hope discovered,
Why Dead Sea competing sails?
I came to this world,
With only paper, rope and shadow,
In order to trial before
Read out the voice of those decisions.
I tell you, the world
I - do - not - believe!
Even if your feet a thousand challengers,
Then I counted one thousand to one.
I do not believe the sky is blue,
I do not believe Ray's echo
I do not believe that dreams are false,
I do not believe the dead can not retribution.
If the sea is destined to burst,
Let all the grievances are injected into my heart,
If the land is destined to rise,
Let survival of the human re-_select_ the peak.
New turning and glittering stars,
The sky is studded no shelter.
It was five years of hieroglyphics,
That is the future people staring eyes.
【Reciter】 一江飞雪