My nightingale 我的夜莺

    I wish I could stop because of a pure land, even if just for a moment to rest. I look around, when the 28th spring comes; I know a secret at last: nightingale had nothing; its fate will always be forced to look for. However, the beloved land, there is not even a needle, allowing the small claws to stand above.
    The vast night, Land that It is obsessed is more dangerous than poison.
    Now it must understand, if it petite heart can still faintly beating: on the ground it lost everything, maybe it has a hope, only one: its world is in the sky.

        多么希望能有一片纯净的土地让我停下脚步，哪怕只做片刻的休息。我四下环顾，当这第28个春天到来之时；最终我明白了一个秘密：夜莺一无所有，它的命运就是被迫寻找。然而，亲爱的土地，你甚至没有留下一立锥之地，来让它的小爪子站在上面。   
       广阔的夜晚，沉醉的大地比毒药更危险。    
       现在它必须明白，如果它娇小的心脏仍然可以依稀跳动：在地上它失去一切，也许希望仅存，却也只有一个：它的世界在天上。