在我之前,尘世之上的一切,是否也是如今的模样?我的来与去,如过耳的微风,天际的流云,注定是不会留下任何痕迹的。我只是漫长的人类历史中,一位籍籍无名的过客,注定会像小草一样,在不为人知的角落,默然地由绿变黄,直至枯萎。在我之前,没有人会在他的身世里,梦见我的故事。我内心旷世的激情,只有绝世的孤独,才可以丛生出流金的诗行。在我之前,没有人知道:我是谁?没有人知道,在这个世界上,我会来!一阵风吹来,身披阳光的神,正把世俗的尘埃慢慢地镀亮。 Before me, is everything above the earth also the appearance of today? My coming and going, such as over the ear breeze, the clouds of the sky, is bound to leave no trace. I am only a long history of mankind, an immigrant pass away destined to be like a grass, in the unknown corner, silently from green to yellow, until the withered. Before me, no one would dream my story in his own life. My heart Kuangshi passion, only peerless loneliness, can be a stream of poetry. No one knows before me: Who am I? No one knows, in this world, I will come! A gust of wind, the sun-drenched god, is slowly mutilating the earthly dust.