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Music does not matter
Not much poetry to read
The fresh air by the lake
Only helpful to the lungs
Throughout the year, I rarely dream
But meditate a few times
My life depends on others
Some people, whose names I don’t know
Others, already dead
They watch me from behind
The swaying leaves, if I’m right
I take a cut of their happiness
The high-flying birds are here
Those kind birds, why
On every flight do I feel
The bad omens they’ll drop
飞鸟
音乐无所谓
诗歌可读的不多
湖边的清新空气
只对肺有所帮助
一年之中，我很少做梦
有几次冥想
我的生活，离不开其他人
有些人，我不知道姓名
还有些已经死去
他们都在摇曳的树叶后面看我
如果我对了
就会分掉一些他们的幸福
鸟飞过来了
那些善意的鸟，为什么
每次飞过时
我都觉得它们会投下不祥