我是一股没有方向的风，
随着尘埃的漂洒，
我被世俗染化了。
从而，我停住了脚步，
大概是因为累了，
累得失去了方向。

突然，一股更大的风拍了拍我的肩膀，
“你怎么还在这里？”
我愣住了，
北风来了，
而我却迟迟未走……

或早或晚，
也许真的很重要，
难道一切都已经迟了？

我，
工作，

还是工作，
正如这一股风儿，
迷失了方向。

Forget that wind ... ...

 I was not a direction of the wind,

 Sprinkle with the dust drift,

 I was of the secular stained.

 Thus, I stopped,

 Probably because the tired,

 Tired is losing its way.

 Suddenly, a greater wind tapped my shoulder,

 "How can you still here?"

 I stand in amazement, and

 To the north,

 And I did not go ... ...

 Sooner or later,

 Perhaps it is very important,

 Is it all have been late?

 I,

 Work, work,

 As the winds of the shares,

 Lose our direction.

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