In March of this sad and beautiful
I am weak from my youth in the horse over
through the Corydalis, through the cotton
through the sorrows and joys, hidden, at the time and impermanence
在这个忧伤而明媚的三月
我从我单薄的青春里打马而过
穿过紫堇 穿过木棉
穿过时隐时现的悲喜和无常
I am weak from my youth in the horse over
through the Corydalis, through the cotton
through the sorrows and joys, hidden, at the time and impermanence
在这个忧伤而明媚的三月
我从我单薄的青春里打马而过
穿过紫堇 穿过木棉
穿过时隐时现的悲喜和无常













