你说 文字不再承受得你的思想
我想
你 怎么办
I want to be close to you
Sunrise, sunset,
rises the North,
sets the South.
One day I might just wake up and realize
things I that I never wanted to happen
in front of my eyes
under the warm, bright sun.
In uncertainty, in complications,
in contradictions, between vagueness,
among the scribbles of coal,
dusting the trailed white paper.
Please tell me things are going to be alright.
Please spare me any length of might, that I could carry with.
Please,
I pray.
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