远山不远。近邻不近。四周只有漆黑一团,漆黑。天像锅盖,压了下来。嘀嘀咕咕的声音,是谁在叹息。让夜风心酸,掩面而去。有一盏灯,在指点脚步,敲打着黑夜的不安。梦,被灯挤出一丝晕黄,惊叫,四处逃逸。路,被灯提上议事日程,再也无法闲置,只能随灯排兵布阵,进、退。黑夜一再被打退。一退再退。灯也一直在流血,流不尽的血。 Not far from the mountains. Nearest neighbor. Only a dark mass surrounded, dark. Days like lid, pressed down. Whispers muttered, who is sighing. Let the night wind sad, hide face away. There is a lamp, pointing at the pace, beating the anxiety of the night. Dream, the lights out of a gigantic yellow, screamed, escape around. Road, was put on the agenda lamp, can no longer be idle, only with the light parade, into, retreat. The night has repeatedly been knocked back. A retreat and retreat. The lights have also been bleeding, endless blood.