天空已经认不出我,我还怎么飞在腰泾村的千亩稻田里,我看见白鹭,驾驭着波涛在飞。现在,我有点后悔,这些年,我让自己活得太过于用力,涂了太多的重彩。我像一滴油污浮在水面上,成了一个多余出来的人。我使劲擦洗自己,可是你看,我已经皮肤松弛,皱皱巴巴,也不能搓出那纯白。没有了那白,天空已经认不出我,我还怎么飞。山谷 The sky has not recognized me, how do I fly in the acres of rice fields in the waist Jing Village, I saw egrets, navigate the waves in the fly. Now, I am a bit regrettable, all these years, I let myself live too hard, painted too much color. I like a drop of oil floating on the water, has become an extra person. I scrub myself hard, but you see, I have loose skin, crumpled, it can not rub out that white. Without that white, the sky has not recognized me, how do I fly. valley