The translate from Song; There are a lot of days on my back. constantly sinking like a load In the morning, when we say we are alone, come out and pour the days on your roads, let blood and tears touch you, make you ache. There is a little sadness behind me, autumn, non-stop time is like nothing The world has been three days, it's still early. Hear me in the shadow of the crackling plane trees, find me in the traces of unread poems, you make me ache.
