小创作

(一)

In the square of my mind，

I taste the soft given by wind.

A boy walks towards me.

I know I'm going to sink.

在思想飞舞的广场里

我感受风带来的温柔

一个男孩向我走来

我知道我将会沉沦

(二)

In the cradle of the spring,

I touch the sounds of growing.

Someone is yelling in my ear:

" You've been sleeping for a year! "

在春日的摇篮里

我触摸到了生命之声

不知谁在我耳边叫嚷:

你已经睡了一年了！