作者：邢志广John Sing a Song 不情愿地，她从东北到西南,自然的力量存在于所有人类中，没人能逃避。 她独自一人徘徊在未被洗净的地方，那里有她，生前无人歌唱她的荣耀！而直到今天，赞美她的人寥寥无几。 一片紫色的苍白蔷薇，在一块灰色的石头旁，半掩半隐，静默无声。如星辰一般美丽，但她是东北的一员， 在天空中闪耀。她栖息于未被洗净的世界，她的生活默默无闻，如今在她的墓碑， 更少人知晓，我猜，那高地并不受宠。她来自东北。从东北到西南， 千万里，不比长征少。这不是流放，而比流放更苦涩。 Unwillingly, she came From and To - the Northeast and Southwest. Natural power exists to all Human none could escape. She dwelt upon alone the unwashed, A woman there, were none to sing High when she’s alive! And very few to Praise More till this date. A pale of violet by a grey Stone, Half hidden and silent from the eye. Fair as a star, but One of Northeast is shining in the Sky. And she dwelt Upon the unwashed, She lived unknown for her Life, And now in her Stone, Fewer known, and I guess the highlands may not preferred. She’s from Northeast. From Northeast to Southwest it’s, Thousands of millions of miles along! It’s not exile but bitter than that on Highland. - the End -