那只是一只鸟在夜晚呜叫,认不出是什么鸟。当我从泉边取水回来,走过满是石头的牧场,我站得那么静,头上的天空和水桶里的天空一样静。多少年过去,多少地方多少脸都淡漠了,有的人已谢世。而我站在远方,夜那么静,我终于肯定我最怀念的不是那些 It was just a bird woke up at night, can not recognize what kind of bird. When I came back from the spring, walked past the stone-filled pasture, I stood so quietly, that the sky above was as quiet as the sky in the bucket. How many years in the past, how many places are indifferent face, and some people have died. And I stand in the distance, the night is so quiet, I finally am sure that I missed most of those