Eichendorf - night flower
The night is like a silent ocean of joy, pain and sorrow
As a gentle wave hits, fuzzyness comes to my heart
Hope is like a cloud traveling through the stagnant air
Who can tell in the warm wind whether thoughts are dancing or dreams are drifting away?
Even if I am speechless, I close the door of my heart and no longer express my resentment to Xingchen.
Deep in my helpless heart, the soft waves are still gently pressing
The night elephant wraps up all sorrow and sorrow
But the agitated heart still appears in the undercurrent of the night
Night flowers bloom alone in the dark and quiet night
The night cannot hide its feelings
The undercurrent in its heart overflows with fragrance in the dark night
Based on Lawrence Block's "Eight Million Ways to Die"
= =|||If you are not afraid of death, just jump. It's a trap.