关着的门 the closed door
在反馈着一只手的敲击 is feeding back a hand's knock
这是一支令人厌倦的歌曲 this is a weariful song
寂静中回荡着宿命诡秘 in silence reverberate a fateful surreptitiousness
微笑的目光从门缝向里挤 smile sight squeezes inside through the door slot
仿佛里面的囚犯要冲破这道缝隙 as if prisoners are crushing this gap
屋子上方的天空在刮着温柔的风 there is breeze in the sky above roof
春天怀孕了 就要生育spring is pregnant, just about to birth
她将产下一万种花卉 she will breed ten thousand kinds of flower
我的屋子不是关门的地狱 my room is not a hell with closed door
春天掀开了屋顶 spring opens the roof
推倒了四面的墙壁 pushes down the around walls
她送给我一朵花 she gives me a flower
它的芳香我似乎很熟悉 its fragrancy is familiar to me
每一片花瓣我都曾见过 i saw every pedal
只是它的名字 我一时无法想起 only its name, i temporarily cannot bethink of
在冬天来临之前 before winter comes
我终于明白 i finally understand
原来这朵花 就是我 this flower is me
是春天帮我找回了我自己 spring help me to get back myself
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