光线触及黑暗,雨水触及大地的根须。河流被群山环抱,病中的蝴蝶哭得没有声音,野花迟暮,一个旧地址被带回家乡。在水上,我们彼此相认,却仍旧陌生。瘦鸽子迟暮的飞行,是我们丢失的速度,一朵晚开的花,在黄昏时分开到荼蘼。屋檐下的雨,不断堆积。当你侧目,你要看到我悲伤的一面,它们像未归的鸟群,飘忽不定。六月的雨水要去熄灭黑夜,灯火稀疏的人世,水的枝丫横生。如果野燕仍然飞回旧巢,我们一生的对视也是值得的。 Light touches the dark, the rain touches the root of the earth. The river is surrounded by mountains, the butterfly in the sick crying without sound, late blooming wildflowers, an old address was brought home. In the water, we recognize each other, but still unfamiliar. The twilight flight of the skinny pigeons is the rate at which we lost, a late blooming flower that splits into the evening at dusk. Under the eaves of the rain, keep piling up. When you look aside, you want to see my sad side, they are like the birds did not return, erratic. The rain of June is going to extinguish the night, the light of the world, the branches of water are born. If the wild yan still fly back to the old nest, our life’s respect is also worth it.