寻找瞬间的诗意，需要一双充满诗意的眼睛。
Looking for instant poetry requires a pair of poetic eyes.
有时候，我会点上一根烟，不去抽，只是静静地看着它的烟袅袅上升，变成图腾的形状，直到熄灭。一切看起来如此虚幻却又如此美好。就像现在一样。
Sometimes, I will light a cigarette, do not smoke, but quietly watch its smoke curl up and become a totem until it goes out. Everything looks so unreal but so beautiful. Just like now.
所有的誓言都散落在风中。
All the vows are scattered in the wind.
心在希望和绝望之间碰撞，世界在现实和幻觉之间游离，身体在跳跃和下沉之间徘徊。
The heart collides between hope and despair, the world dissociates between reality and illusion, and the body hovers between jumping and sinking.
我只是一个过客，浏览窗口，熬夜。远处散落着城市的灯光，星星一般都是迷蒙而闪烁的。火车轰隆隆，春夏秋冬，一日之行走了半辈子。当我想起挽歌的时候，一切都突然睡着了。
Im just a passer-by, browsing the window and staying up late. The lights of the city are scattered in the distance, and the stars are generally misty and twinkling. The train rumbled, spring, summer, autumn and winter. It took half a life to walk in a day. When I thought of the elegy, everything suddenly fell asleep.
不要在雨中打伞，或者不要打伞，或者不要打伞。前者是一种无奈，后者是一种境界。
Don hold an umbrella in the rain, or don hold an umbrella, or don hold an umbrella. The former is a kind of helplessness, and the latter is a realm.
是你，连接着我的过去和未来，还有我转瞬即逝的现在。
Its you, connecting my past and future, and my fleeting present.
那些走过一生的人，没有文字记录，可以被铭记一生。
Those who have gone through life have no written records and can be remembered for life.
站在时间的旷野，只是一个转弯，尘土飞扬，结霜。
Standing in the wilderness of time is just a turn, dusty and frosty.
无论你到达哪里，它都属于昨天。太多的缠绵成了羁绊。不仅仅是你的脚，还有未来。生锈的铁轨延伸很远，是雨中的站台。我们的脸上写满了沮丧，我们的眼睛里写满了风雪无法摩擦的悲伤。
Wherever you go, it belongs to yesterday. Too much lingering has become a fetter. Not just your feet, but the future. The rusty track extends far and is a platform in the rain. Our faces are full of depression, and our eyes are full of sadness that wind and snow can rub.
我想念一个人，但是我不记得她的脸。仿佛是一个遥远的世界，像一阵风，像一片云，甚至怀疑自己有没有遇见过她。只有印在脑海里的模糊身影，久久无法抹去，证明了她鲜活的生命。
I miss someone, but I don remember her face. It was like a distant world, like a gust of wind, like a cloud, and even doubted whether he had met her. Only the vague figure printed in her mind can not be erased for a long time, which proves her fresh life.
是我忘记了昨天，还是我依然不知疲倦，是你看不起昨天，还是因为我不够勇敢。我觉得就是因为我太普通了，才会让你特别尊重的看别人。
I forget yesterday, or I am still tireless, you look down on yesterday, or because I am not brave enough. I think its because Im too ordinary that I make you look at others with special respect.
