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冬日
杨键
一只小野鸭在冬日的湖面上，
孤单、稚嫩地叫着
我也坐在冰冷的石凳上，
孤单、稚嫩地望着湖水。
如果我们知道自己就是两只绵羊，
正走在去屠宰的路上，
我会哭泣，你也会哭泣
在这浮世上。
Winter
Yang Jian
A little duck cries alone
On the freezing lake
Alone, I sit on a stone bench
Looking at the water
Had we known we were lambs
On the way to the slaughterhouse
We'd weep
In this floating world
