我不能如此虚伪,说我从来不曾想及死亡;很绝望的时候,不曾起意报复,灵魂浸满恨的毒汁;也不曾疲倦软弱,对自己说,啊,放弃吧,生活或者生命……我记得,某一个夏日的傍晚,夕阳如打翻的醋酱:沉黯而浓,我在阳台上晾衣。被爱情千刀万刃所伤之后,心灵早已百孔千疮。凭栏无意一望:暮色里 I cannot be so hypocritical and say that I never thought of death. When I was desperate, I did not intend to retaliate. The poison of the soul was filled with hate; I was never tired and weak, I said to myself, ah, give up, life or life... I I remember that on a summer evening, the sunset was like a soaked vinegar sauce: sinking and thick, I washed clothes on the balcony. After being hurt by thousands of swords and thousands of swords, the soul has already suffered a lot. No hope on the railing: