My nightingale

12/04/2011 19:40

I wish I could stop because of a pure land, even if just for a moment to rest. I look around, when the 28th spring comes; I know a secret at last: nightingale had nothing; its fate will always be forced to look for. However, the beloved land, There is not even a needle, allowing the small claws to stand above.

The vast night, Land that It is obsessed is more dangerous than poison.

Now it must understand, if it petite heart can still faintly beating: on the ground it lost everything, maybe it has a hope, only one: its world is in the sky.

 

 

我多么希望能因为一片纯美的土地停下脚步，哪怕只是片刻地休息。我到处寻找，当那第28个春天到来，终于我明白了一个秘密：原来夜莺一无所有，它的命运永远是被迫地寻找。然而，亲爱的土地，这里竟没有一个针尖大小的空间允许它细小的爪站立。

茫茫黑夜，它迷恋着的土地比毒药更危险。

现在它必须明白，如果它娇小的心脏还能微弱地跳动：在地上它失去一切，也许还有一个希望，仅有一个：它的世界在天上。