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“在人声鼎沸的街巷中穿行/总觉得鄙夷着我有千万只眼睛/不敢驻足窥视一眼/怕招来飞唾和残性的掌声/匆匆、匆匆、做贼似的溜跑/在寂寥的荒原里歇息释重/我愿与怯世的萤火结朋/默默地照亮着自己的一小片天空”。
Walking in the voices of the streets / always feel contempt I have millions of eyes / dare not stop peeking / fear of flying spit and disgruntled applause / hastily, hurried, thief-like run / in Resting in the lonely wasteland / I would like to hang out with the firefly of the world’s deadly / silently illuminate a small piece of the sky. "