那只是一只鸟在晚上鸣叫,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 It was just a bird tweeting in the evening, not recognizable as a bird, and when I came back from the spring, walked past the stone-lined pasture, I stood so quietly that the sky above was as quiet as the sky in the bucket. How many years have passed, how many places in many places are indifferent, some people have died, and I stand in the distance, the night is so quiet, I am finally sure