远行集

pace of death

　　(梦境的变奏) 　　… 　　There is a man inside me 　　who wants to betray 　　words flowing on dangerous roads 　　He took the knife 　　and he saw the change 　　of the brown moon 　　crowned by the pace of death 　　… 　　You said we are collected 　　in a box called world 　　and now we are bidding farewell 　　in the bronze wind of dust