by:和菜头
Yves Montand "Les Feuilles Mortes"
This is a lifetime
tears silently swallowing forbearance.
From the dark, to the white clouds, so as to
From the stem, but not to go back to the soil,
This is life in the time to fill in resentment.
Life is harmed in this way in their own time.
The smoke thinking, pondering in the sleepy,
Reside in the soul scarred and schemed -
This is a lifetime in the ashes of fires in the search.
Like this, with teeth, with thorns,
Mining tools with a lifetime;
Xiaoqiao with memories, with the future of retreat cut off,
By spring foliage cover the eyes of shame.
This is the destiny of a congestion,
The setbacks as a disease, the sad debt repaid;
This is the nausea, Fabao, fever,
Cried a sigh of brewing and painful incurable disease.
Life is such joy in the suffering in the simulation.
Do brick, tile do, do cattle, and horses,
Do that by blocking the system reunion dream
This is the promise of life in the movement to drift.
This is a lifetime in the Rye from licking wounds.
Indifference on the other cruel,
Of the world turn a blind eye to the flowers and dismissive,
This is life in the rejection of introspection repentance.
Like this, surprised, and then sedation,
Ready to make trouble and to dispel the idea,
Suddenly started beating wildly remember what it was also frustrating to escape
This is exhausted, confused, rigid minds.
This is the building destroyed, no peace.
Be eliminated in the mining, swallowing forbearance was harmed and
Forced to leave in the Liuliumowei -
Such is the life of wandering in the movement have suffered a tragedy.
Life is love and be loved in this way can not be as much in love.
Daughter recalls the warm night, and then screw fastening minds,
Paddy recalled, Mailang, moths, how is the failure to life,
This is a lifetime suffering setbacks pent-disease.
That was in tears in the end of life.
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