书架

卷纸

纸杯

旧书籍杂志做成的巨大海浪。

梦见你在昏暗的房间里面
梦见你转过身萧瑟地走远
最远处的海天相连
最近处的人们相见
In slumber land you lock yourself in a roomunlighted,
Away you go throwing a gloom over yoursolitude.
Ocean meets the sky at world’s end,
People meet each other in the nearest land.
直到你转过身投入了人烟
直到你醒过来一切都没变
誓言在哪一天兑现
人们在哪一天相见
Not until you turn around and flingyourself into the multitude,
Not until you wake up only to find anunchanged world.
Do you begin to pray that promises willnever fade
And that people will no longer beseparated.
还在风雨里挥舞的清风长剑
还在岁月里奔跑的痴心少年
那流水般的舞台
从来就没人离开没人回来
The breeze sword keeps swaying against rainand wind,
The infatuated youngster gallops regardlessof time and tide.
The stage that is akin to water floating,
Keeps no one back but everyone in.
还在长街的尽头燃烧的人烟
还在无边的黑夜弹起的琴弦
那流过血的舞台
从来就没人离开没人回来
The crowd still lingers on at the end ofthe long street,
A cord stricken penetrates through theunfathomable night.
The stage discoloured by bloodstain,
Keeps no one back but everyone in.

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