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岁月如刀
The Knife-like Years
好钢用到刀刃上。谁以最锋利的刀
在生命的山路上披荆斩棘
谁以最尖锐的剑，在心中雕刻纯美世界
Good steel for blade. Who hacks the mountain road
Of life through difficulties
Who carves a pure world in his heart by a sharpest sword
娘的教诲依然响在耳畔，如刀的岁月
已击溃那些曾经坚不可摧的东西
手中的刀生锈、变钝，削不去浮生风尘
Mother's teaching is still in my ears. Knife-like years
Have smashed the indestructible thing
The knife in hand gets rusted, blunt, failing to change the unstable society
无所不能的利刃，已无法把回忆一点点地剔除
当孤寂占据梦魇，那个在诗中反复写到明天的孩子
眼神是否还如先前那般炯然?
An almighty blade cannot exclude the memory bit by bit
When loneliness occupies the nightmare, the boy writes poems till tomorrow
Are his eyes still as bright and piercing as before?
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