我已经走到了幻想底尽头 
这是一片落叶飘零的树林 
每一片叶子标记着一种欢喜 
现在都枯黄地堆积在内心 
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只有痛苦还在，它是日常生活 
每天在惩罚自己过去的傲慢 
那绚丽的天空都受到谴责 
还有什么色彩留在这片荒原？ 
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                                                                                                                                   —                                                  —穆旦