希望这一段在这个秋夜将你治愈We′re all living, we're all dyingWe′re all simple but complicatedWe're hiding, yet craving to be foundWe're all hurting, we′re all woundedWe′re all awake but unawareLearning the joy of sorrowWe're all pure, we′re all blendedWe're all envious but contentWe′re suffered, yet somehow entertainedWe're all generous, we′re all selfishWe cross our heartsHoping to die with the joy of sorrowWe all learn more from painWe all smile while tears sneak inWe all grin even whenThe world turns its back on usWe're like a pure flame, living by an invisible sun within usWe're all lost, we′re all determinedWe′re all traitors but not hatersWe're silent, yet not completely muteWe′re all flawed, we're all perfectWe′re all patiently impatientWaiting for the joy of sorrowWe all learn more from painWe all smile while tears sneak inWe all grin even thoughThe world turns its back on usWe're like a pure flameLiving by an invisible sun within usWe′re all proud, we're all humbleWe're eloquent but incoherentWe′re happy, yet oddly find it unbearableWe′re all young, we're all matureWe′re all blessed but often doomedYearning to grasp the joy of sorrow
Place by W.S.MerwinOn the last day of the worldI would want to plant a treewhat fornot for the fruitthe tree that bears the fruitis not the one that was plantedI want the tree that standsin the earth for the first timewith the sun alreadygoing downand the watertouching its rootsin the earth full of the deadand the clouds passingone by oneover its leaves