Words written here
Are for the whispering wind.
Listen, if you imagine yourself
The wavy breeze.

Here I lie
In the ashes of death
That is lighter than winds, or
The shadow in your hands.

You don't understand all my life
Here is nothing on my epitaph
The melancholy tears in old time
Sleep deeply in the dreamland.

In climes of imagination, you would see
Or it is just a piece of
Stone.
What you think, is what you get.
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墓志铭

写在这里的句子
是给风听的。
你看吧，如果你把自己当作
时有时无的风。

这里是我，或者
我的灰烬。
它比风轻，也轻于
你手中的阴影。

你不了解我的生平
这上面什么都没有。
当日的泪痕
也眠于乌有。

你只有想象
或者你只看见
石头。
你想了多少，你就得到多少。