The road is lonely in its crowd for it is not loved.
原帖由 含笑饮毒酒 于 2009-7-25 18:36 发表 http://www.tjzjbbs.cn/images/common/back.gif
Roots are the branches down in the earth. 根是长在地下的树枝~
呃~我貌似哪看见过~
The power that boasts of its mischiefs is laughed at by the yellow
leaves that fall, and clouds that pass by.
The earth hums to me today in the sun, like a woman at her spinning,
some ballad of the ancient time in a forgotten tongue.
the grass-blade is worthy of the great world where it grows.
Dream is a wife who must talk,
Sleep is a husband who silently suffers.
The night kisses the fading day whispering to his ear, I am death,
your mother. I am to give you fresh birth.
I feel thy beauty, dark night, like that of the loved woman when
she has put out the lamp.
I carry in my world that flourishes the worlds that have failed.