痴心

Why don't you return the news and bear with your heart?

You know, I know you know

You don’t return to me, it’s a fatal blow.

Killing the spring of my life,

Teach the darkness of iron like a mine

Oppressing my thoughts and breathing,

Deliver me, prisoner,

Embarrassed and bitter, raw shyness

And the despair of despair.

This may be crazy. Actually, it is a fool.

I believe that I am crazy, but I can't transfer a rudder that has already been oriented.

Tens of breaths do not allow me to be depressed

I can't go back,

Destiny drives me!

I also know that this is mostly the way to destruction; but

For you, for you

I am willing to do anything;

This is not only my passion,

My only rationality is also said.

Idiot! Want to smash the subtlety of a life

For a moving heart!

Winning, at best, at most

a tear

a bit sad,

Suddenly half of the sneer of indifference;

But I am willing, even if

The news of my broken bones passed to the heart like a piece of stone, she saw me as a rat in a crypt, a worm

I am still willing!

I’m crazy, it’s unconditional,

God can't turn back a mind that is ignorant, like a general who sometimes recalls a soldier who has been on the line of death.

Of course, everything is in vain,

Your non-return is an undeniable existence,

Otherwise, my heart burns with a fire.

Hunger, everything about you,

Your hair, your smile, your hands and feet,

How to love and pray

Can't shorten a small inch

The distance between you and me!

Outdoor dusk is already

Condensed into the darkness of the night,

There are ice and snow on the branches.

The birds have gone to their crickets.

Silence is the universe in which this unanimity wears filial piety.

The needle on the clock is constantly comparing

Mysterious gestures, like pointing,

Like sympathy, like ridicule,

Every time I touched the point, I heard it was

My own heart

The death knell of alive.

痴心