我们是时间之子。我们是时间的脚,也是它的嘴。时间用我们的脚走路。时间迟早会抹去一切足迹。时间的嘴讲述着旅程。时光的飞行当秋天来临的时候,数以百万计的蝴蝶从北美洲寒冷的土地上,开始它们飞往南方的漫长旅程。那时,一条河流流往长空:缓缓的浪头,翅膀的浪花,沿途在高空洒下橘黄色的光芒。蝶群飞越群 We are children of time. We are the feet of time and also its mouth. Time to walk with our feet. Sooner or later time will erase all the footsteps. The mouth of time tells the journey. Flight of Time When the autumn came, millions of butterflies began their long flight to the South from the cold lands of North America. At that time, a river flows to the sky: the gentle waves, the waves of the wings, and the orange rays shining at high altitudes. Butterflies fly over the group