冷箭
将“我”射穿
之后,转暖,
放出光焰
那必沾染了“我”血的热度
和精神之光
而“我”是什么?
一座熔炉?还是
一个坐标的零点?!
都不是,“我”只是一个靶点
Cold arrow
Putting "me" through
Then, warming up,
And flare
It must be stained with my blood
And the light of the spirit
And what is "me" then?
A melting pot?
A zero point of a coordinate?!
No, "I" is just a target.
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