呆呆地望一棵桃花树,她隔着玻璃对我摇摆。有月光来过,我感到有些冷,而且夜色越来越薄。所有的桃花都已经落光了,我把她们葬在了河边。水总是懂人意的,时不时会去唤醒一些沉睡的事物,比如需要埋葬的冬天。你会记得光秃秃的冬天的,向空中伸展的颜色,以及没有装饰的身体,它所接受的洗礼正是岁月的馈赠。春天来临,我需要忘记梦里的冰凉,我要用今夜的月光画一条河,一条温暖的河。 Staring blankly at a peach tree, she swayed at me across the glass. There are moonlight, I feel a bit cold, and the night is getting thinner and thinner. All the peach blossoms have gone down, I buried them by the river. Water is always considerate, from time to time to wake up some sleeping things, such as the need to bury the winter. You will remember the bare winter, the colors that stretch out into the air, and the unadorned body, and the baptism it receives is the gift of years. Spring comes, I need to forget the dreams of the cold, I want to use the moonlight tonight to draw a river, a warm river.