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奉献出你的劳动成果吧:你的布,你的砖,你的陶罐或你的诗。今天,除了正在流逝的一刻,你已没有更多的时光。此刻,你只能拥有你的心脏的这几下跳动,拥有你的嘴巴发出的这次呼吸,拥有你的眼睛此刻的光亮。也许,死神已把你的双脚粘进了它那天鹅绒般柔软的蛛网,向上爬,向上爬……但愿挺立于你头上的死神正在窥探你的
Give away your labor: your cloth, your brick, your clay jug, or your poem. Today, except for the passing moment, you have no more time. At the moment, you can only have these beatings of your heart, with this breath from your mouth, with the light of your eyes at the moment. Maybe death has stuck your feet in its velvety cobweb, climbed, climbed up ... hope death on your head is spying on you