不会将心出版
文:前坡居士
Will not be published in the heart
Author: Qian Po Upasaka
Who can,
Publish your own heart,
I can't write,
Write that little bit,
A little sad.
Every night,
The typewriter is home.
Life is like this,
One article,
One piece.
The wind outside the window,
Open will blow to the face,
Who can see,
Jumping in the heart,
Someone is writing a new chapter.
Lonely sandbar,
It's a little warm,
Heartbeat of this heat,
Don't publish your heart.
谁可以,
将自己的心出版,
我不会写,
写出那一点点,
一点点的凄婉。
每一个夜里,
打字机就是自己的家园。
生活就这样,
一篇、
一篇.
窗外的风,
打开就会吹到脸,
有谁可以看见,
跳跃的心里,
有人正在写着新一篇。
寂寞的沙洲,
就靠这一点温暖,
心跳的这一点热,
不会将自己的心出版。
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