你一手拿着苹果一手拿着命运 寻找你自己的香

As the misty drizzle drifting in the March of the South,

you are sitting in front of the empty Rice Shop.

Holding an apple in one hand, and the fate in the other,

you are seeking for your own fragrance.

People outside the windows are all in a rush,

throwing their sight in the damp street.

As you walk gracefully in the room like a dancer,

the time suddenly turns into a wisp of smoke.

My darling, do you feel like tomorrow is coming,

and our boat is waiting for us on the wharf.

I will wash my hair and climb on the mast

to build us a home with grape branches and tender leaves.

《米店》——张佳玮

三月的烟雨飘摇的南方

你坐在你空空的米店

你一手拿着苹果一手拿着命运

寻找你自己的香

窗外的人们匆匆忙忙

把眼光丢在潮湿的路上

你的舞步划过空空的房间

时光就变成了烟

爱人，你可感到明天已经来临

码头上停着我们的船

我会洗干净头发爬上桅杆

撑起我们葡萄枝嫩叶般的家

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