Breadcrumb
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我怕天晴时的雾
那些远处灰青色的建筑
随着热气流摇摆
过去几个同样干瘪的春天
眼睛里风沙没有消散过
而我放归北方的鸟儿们
也从来没有回过信
I'm afraid of the mist on a sunny day
Those distant powder blue buildings
Swing with a hot stream
In the past quite a few same shrivelled springs
The sands in my eyes never dissipated
And the birds I freed to the North
Never wrote a letter back to me