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Low Water · 枯水

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Hang Zhang
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