一切转眼成空，清晨起来却仍然各奔西东

握不住你的手，就有些放松

加非在书桌上升腾，半公式的墙就有些旋甍

一切都在无言中却好像时刻说个不停的麻雀英武乌鸦般的环绕这周围的乱拥

春天到了

我在那里埋葬这冬的遗侗？

morning just a sign that people to find

where is my last night plan?

holding your finger and hand

so tight so blind

the room became a swim but coffee are dank

birds always make my soft kind

to help me find the dream burrow in the winter

and now is spring mind