
Wings without me 没有我而的生成的翅膀
It was August, and I was looking up at the sky.
八月, 我仰望长空。
With one hand shielding my eyes, I made out a falcon soaring on the currents of hot swirling air.
用单手遮蔽住眼前的烈阳,我看见一只猎鹰正在炙热的漩涡气流上盘桓。
Higher and higher it spiraled, until with one unearthly shriek, it disappeared.
它愈飞愈高,愈飞愈高,最后消失在一道石破天惊的鸣声中。
All at once I felt left behind.
刹那间,我觉得自己被抛弃。
"Why did you grow wings without me?" I mourned.
”为什麼你可以不用我就生出双翼?”我哀伤低语。
It was August, and I was looking up at the sky.
八月, 我仰望长空。
With one hand shielding my eyes, I made out a falcon soaring on the currents of hot swirling air.
用单手遮蔽住眼前的烈阳,我看见一只猎鹰正在炙热的漩涡气流上盘桓。
Higher and higher it spiraled, until with one unearthly shriek, it disappeared.
它愈飞愈高,愈飞愈高,最后消失在一道石破天惊的鸣声中。
All at once I felt left behind.
刹那间,我觉得自己被抛弃。
"Why did you grow wings without me?" I mourned.
”为什麼你可以不用我就生出双翼?”我哀伤低语。






