我是一匹忘记奔跑的马

我是一匹忘記奔跑的馬海狼詩歌。

英文翻譯：清風微雪。

When my wild heart has became a reclusive。

sadness， the frozen places of near and far， are。

the silent shadow and the night. Huge darkness。

gives birth to the shape of shaking and some low noise from the distance。 I found rotten cortex and weathering bones turned into the flowers of the earth and the water of lake。 I am a forget-running horse。

The silent distance is more silent， the misty night。

is more misty. I am deeply moved by a bouquet of white flowers in my dream， which makes me。

deeply believe in love. This is the moment when I wake up and hold on to this deep and enduring。

love。 I am a horse that forgets to run。

I like to linger in the joy of love. I am used to be a holy prayer. The reality of the earth has kept my。

youthful imagination and hallucination. The。

blossom is real， the pain is real， the long needles of missing are piercing my heart deeply。 The only thing that makes me happy is love， your love。 This love has made me so miserable。 I am a horse thatforgets to run。

This little flower bloomed at my late night， and its fragrance filled my whole heart。 Now I begin to feel the pain which digs deep into the solitary and quietness。The flame of love has deprived me of more conscious awareness in the growth of years。 I am willing to be in the fire of pain and happiness。

It comes into the dream of youth。 But it cant offsetmy nostalgia and confiding to a flower。 I place my soul outside of the door for a flower， all my silent expression and tone， look like a bloodless horse！ I have forgotten to run。 Have I entered too deep toextricate myself？ I was at the center of night， sitting like a lotus flower。

The wind of memory， rendering an unspoken love.What season is a promise。 What season is the same ending。 I am a horse that forgot to run. My naked thirst has been holding on to a hopeless expectation and I will expect to persevere. But you， my lover， which city will you be in。 Under which bright light。

I begin to worry： While Im hanging in the night soul， can I find the maple bridges fire。 I am a horse that forgets to run！ I am so much like a child who has done something wrong. And my fragile memory has deprived me of the neglect of the displacement of the kiss. I see your dress dancing with my long hair. We have the same longing that blooms at the end. It came to the same ending. How will the true dream be unfold。

When I sat down in front of the computer and wrote a poem， it was silent 。 I am a horse that forgets to run！ I am the child of the wind who do not cry。 But in this tuyere， the flower period will come， the buds of my heart have gently opened。 I wont tell you that I am a horse forgetting to run， and I have waited and stopped for you。 I am in this tuyere， a child who is crying in the wind。

The fireworks of the whole night took place a thousand miles away， and all that familiar things were sung delicately and softly in the sky. Now I feel the song of the ream， and the song of Guan Jiu. Is it the past or my dream。 The color and fragrance ofthe flowers once made me lose my stubbornness.My hands are shaking. I am a horsethat forgot to run！ where is my refuge。 Is it the soul of the wind。the heart。 or the love itself。

The flowers are listening， the moonlight of tonight is listening。 Im a horse that forgets to run！ My internal love has been suspended in the night dream。

我是一匹忘記奔跑的馬。

當我狂野的內心，變成隱者的憂傷。凝固的近和遠，是沈默的暗影和夜色。巨大的黑暗生出搖晃的形狀，遠方發出一些低微的聲響，我分明感到自己腐爛的皮質，風化的骨頭，化成大地的花朵和湖水，我是一匹忘記奔跑的馬。

沈默的遠方更加沈默，迷蒙的夜色更加迷蒙。一束潔白的花朵，開在我的夢中，這使我深深地感動，這使我深深地相信愛情。我就是從這樣的時刻醒來，守住這場深入而持久的愛情，我是一匹忘記奔跑的馬。

我喜歡在愛的歡愉中留連，沈醉。我已經習慣了聖潔的祈求。這個現實的大地為我保持了青春的物象和幻覺，花開是真實的，痛苦也是真實的，思念的長針正深深刺穿我的肺腑。唯一能使我幸福的，是愛，你的愛。這愛，又使我多麼痛苦。我是一匹忘記奔跑的馬。

這枚小小的花朵在我的深夜獨自開放，它的清香瀰漫了我整個的心房。現在我開始觸痛並深究這持守的孤獨和清淨。愛情的烈焰，讓我在歲月的生長中失去了更加自覺的清醒，我願在痛苦和幸福的烈焰中，接受熾烤。

這飄然而至的青春夢幻，它無法抵消我對一朵花的懷戀和傾訴，我把我的靈魂放置在一朵花的門外，我的一切安然的神態和語調，多麼像一匹失去血色的馬，我忘記了奔跑。我是否陷得太深而無以自拔？我泊在夜的中央，靜坐如蓮。

記憶的風，渲染著一場不言而喻的愛情。怎樣的季節是怎樣的一個諾言？怎樣的季節是同樣的結局？我是一匹忘記奔跑的馬，我裸的渴念，堅守著一個無望的期待並將期待堅持下去。而你，我相望的愛人，你會在哪一個城市的燈樓？在哪一盞明亮的燈下？

我已開始擔憂：我懸在夜空的靈魂，能否找回楓橋的漁火？我是一匹忘記奔跑的馬，我多麼像一個做錯了事的孩子，我脆弱的記憶力使我喪失疏於流離的親吻。我看見你的衣裙和我的長髮共舞，同樣的渴望會有怎樣的花朵在那盡頭開放。同樣的結局，會把怎樣真實的夢境鋪展？

當我坐在電腦前寫詩的時候，四周是一片的寂靜。我是一匹忘記奔跑的馬。我隨風飄零，我是風中堅忍的孩子，我不哭。可在這風口，花期將至，心間含苞的心事已輕輕地開放。我不會告訴你，我是一匹忘記奔跑的馬，我曾為你無望地等待和停留。我在這風口，是風中流淚的孩子。

一夜的煙花開在千里之外，熟悉的一切在天際優美地輕婉。現在我覺察了蒹葭如訴的歌吟，這關雎繾綣的啁啾，是舊事，還是我的夢？花的顏色和香味，一度迷失了我的固執，我握花的手不停抖動，我是一匹忘記奔跑的馬，何處是我的歸依？是風的魂，是心，還是愛情的本身？

花朵在聽，今夜的月光在聽。我是一匹忘記奔跑的馬。內心的愛情，懸浮於今夜的夢中。

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