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For fear of looking back, I said cunningly "life is a lie", Pain burns in my heart, Alerting me this is life. I stroked the brand, Suddenly the red light burned with poison, A song burst from the sparks, Every piece sings of the misfortunes of life. I never tell my grief, I knew it was a sin, Living without knowing anything, Since it is a mystery, it should not be broken. I make a living by chewing bitter juice, Like a croton worm, Put a heart in the air, I feel heavy even to breathe.
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臧克家
For fear of turning back to the past,
I said, "Life is a lie,"
Pain is on my heart,
I am alert to me that this is life.
I can't help but stroke this print,
Suddenly there was a poisonous fire on the red light.
a string of songs in the spark,
Pieces sing the misfortune of life.
I never tell grief to people,
I know that it is a sin,
Nothing to live in chaos,
Since it is a fan, you should not break the bottom.
I chewed bitter juice to make a living,
Like a worm eating croton,
Put your heart in the air,
Even breathing is heavy.
烙印
生怕回头向过去望， 我狡猾地说”人生是个谎”， 痛苦在我心上打个印烙， 刻刻警醒我这是在生活。 我不住的抚摩这印烙， 忽然红光上灼起了毒火， 火花里迸出一串歌声， 件件唱着生命的不幸。 我从不把悲痛向人诉说， 我知道那是一个罪过， 混沌的活着什么也不觉， 既然是迷就不该把底点破。 我嚼着苦汁营生， 像一条吃巴豆的虫， 把个心提在半空， 连呼吸都觉得沉重。
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