一、蝶的翅膀·鱼的泪光·其他蝶的翅膀我在黑暗里旋转在花香中呓语,只等那个美丽的梦绽放在阳光里。祖辈们留下千年的企盼:传承美的精魂。在美与这世界相融之前,我们在黑暗中呼吸激越与执著。黑暗的载体是造物主用失败、痛苦、迷惘织成的茧。谁不愿挣脱这苍白的桎梏飞向碧蓝高 First, the wings of the butterfly, the tears of the fish, the wings of other butterflies, I swirled in the darkness in the flowers, only waiting for the beautiful dream to bloom in the sun. The ancestors left a millennium of hope: inherited the soul of the United States. Before the United States blended in with this world, we breathe agitation and perseverance in the darkness. The carrier of darkness is the creator of the Creator who is made of defeat, pain, and confusion. Who doesn’t want to break away from this pale puppet and fly toward the blue high