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万一你不来-零零壹叁贰(今天你是第一百三十二次没来)
THE FLOWER-SCHOOL
WHEN storm clouds rumble in the sky and June showers come down,
The moist east wind comes marching over the heath to blow its bagpipes among the bamboos.
Then crowds of flowers come out of a sudden, from nobody knows where, and dance upon the grass in wild glee.
Mother, I really think the flowers go to school underground.
They do their lessons with doors shut, and if they want to come out to play before it is time, their master makes them stand in a corner.
When the rains come they have their holidays.
Branches clash together in the forest, and the leaves rustle in the wild wind, the thunder-clouds clap their giant hands and the flower children rush out in dresses of pink and yellow and white.
Do you know, mother, their home is in the sky, where the stars are.
Haven't you seen how eager they are to get there? Don't you know why they are in such a hurry?
Of course, I can guess to whom they raise their arms: they have their mother as I have my own.
花的假期
风暴在天空中运气,六月雨挥洒如期
忧郁含泪的东风缓步荒野,在竹林间哼着伤曲
一群群的鲜花从无人知晓的冥宇跑来,在绿草地上幻舞游戏
妈妈,我真觉得那群花朵是在地下学校里上学
如果在放假前出来游戏,他们的老师会惩罚他们在思过崖面壁
现在的雨就是假期的铃声,他们做完了功课可以无忧无虑
树枝在林中捧场拍手,绿叶在风中鸣笛,雷云演奏架子鼓,花就是孩子们五彩的裳衣
可是,妈妈你可知道他们的家其实是在天上,群星是他们的邻里
你是否看见他们匆忙着急挥舞双臂
呼唤空中的母亲,就像我呼唤你
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