我们睡下,一场梦能毒牋安息;我们起来,游思又会玷污白天;我们感觉,思索,想象,笑或哭泣,无论抱住悲伤,或者摔脱忧烦。——雪莱《无常》月色清凉,在纸上写下“并无别事”四个字。此际心如空山,听得见潺潺水声流动。独对钩弦,静数笺上流年。于是,逐渐的喜欢伫立在天空的角落,默数星星的悲伤。眉山目水之间,那些浓凝不化的滟痕,最是容易沾染前尘,如是我闻。 We sleep, and a dream can rest in rest; when we get up, our thoughts and thoughts can defile the day; we feel, ponder, imagine, laugh or cry, clinging to sadness, or breaking away from worry. - Shelley “impermanence” cool moonlight, write down the words “there is no other matter” on the paper. This heart empty mountain, hear the murmur flow. Alone hook hook string, static number on the fleeting. So, gradually like to stand in the corner of the sky, the silent number of stars sadness. Meishan water between the eyes, those thick coagulation of the marks, it is easy to contaminate the dust, if I smell.