要是有来世,我想我不愿意再做一个人了,做一个人,是很美,可是也太累。我来世想做一棵树,长在托斯卡纳绿色山坡上的一棵树。要是我的运气好,我就是一棵形状很美的柏树,像绿色的烛火一样尖尖地伸向天空,总是蓝色的、金光流溢的天空。我的树梢是尖尖的,在总是温暖的绿色的山坡上静穆地指向天空,好像是一个在沉思着什么的人,其实我没有思想,也不再了解思想的疼痛,我站得高高的,边上就是古代战争中留下来的城 If there is an afterlife, I think I do not want to be a person, to be a person, is beautiful, but too tired. I want to be a tree afterlife, growing in a tree on the green slopes of Tuscany. If my good luck, I am a beautiful cypress tree, like the green candlelight tip to the sky, always blue, golden skies. My treetops are pointed, pointing silently to the sky on the always warm green slopes, as if I were contemplating something, in fact I did not think, no longer knew the pain of thought, I stood tall High, the edge is the ancient city left in the war