A stick, a stone 一根棍子，一块石头
it's the end of the road, 这就是路的尽头
it's the rest of the stump, 一颗残存的树桩，
it's a little alone 有一点孤单
it's a sliver of glass, 玻璃上的一道裂痕，
it is life,it's the sun, 这是生活，这是太阳
it is night ,it is death, 这是夜晚，这是死亡
it's a trap, it's a gun. 这是个陷阱，这是一把枪
the oak when it blooms, 橡树开花的时候
a fox in the brush, 草丛中的一只狐狸
the knot in the wood, 树干上的一个疤痕
the song of the thrush. 画眉鸟的歌唱
the wood of the wind, 风掠过树林
a cliff, a fall, 悬崖，瀑布
a scratch, a lump, 一道刮伤，一块肿起
it is nothing at all. 这都不算什么
it's the wind blowing free 风自由地驰骋着
it's the end of a slope. 山坡的尽头
it's a beam, it's a void, 一道光，一种空虚
it's a hunch, it's a hope. 一种预感，一丝希望
and the riverbank talks. 只有河岸在静静地告诉你
of the water of march 这是三月的雨
it's the end of the strain, 在精疲力竭的最后
it's the joy in your heart. 在你的心中产生的喜悦
the foot, the ground, 脚，地面
the flesh, the bone, 肉体，骨头
the beat of the road, 路上的颠簸
a slingshot stone. 弹弓的一发石子
a fish, a flash, 一只鱼，一道闪光
a silvery glow, 亮银色的光芒
a fight, a bet, 一次打斗，一次打赌
the range of the bow. 在弓箭的范围之内
the bed of the well, 在水井的底部
the end of the line, 在界线的末尾
the dismay in the face, 你脸上浮现出惊愕的神情
it's a loss, it's a find. 这是一次失去，也是一次收获
a spear, a spike, 一根长矛，一根刺
a point, a nail, 一个点，一根钉
a drip, a drop, 一滴，又一滴
the end of the tale. 这就是传奇的结束
a truckload of bricks, 一车砖块
in the soft morning light, 在早晨柔和的光线中
the shot of a gun, 一声枪响
in the dead of the night. 在夜晚的最后黑暗中
a mile, a must, 一英里，一件必须做的事情
a thrust, a bump. 一下猛刺，一次撞击
it's a girl, it's a rhyme. 那个女孩，那个节奏
it's the cold, it's the mumps. 那种寒冷，那段喃喃细语
the plan of the house, 房子的蓝图
the body in bed, 床上的身体
the car that got stuck, 被困住的汽车
it's the mud, it's the mud. 因为泥巴，因为泥巴
a float, a drift, 漂浮，漂流
a flight, a wing, 飞翔，翅膀
a hawk, a quail, 一只鹰，一只鸟
the promise of spring. 在春天时的承诺
and the riverbank talks. 只有河岸在静静地告诉你
of the water of march 这是三月的雨
it's the promise of life, 这是生命的承诺
it's the joy in your heart, 在你的心中产生的喜悦
a snake, a stick, 一条蛇，一根杖
it is john, it is joe, 这是约翰，这是乔
it's a thorn in your hand, 你手上的荆棘
and a cut on your toe. 和你脚上的伤
a point, a grain, 一个地点，一粒谷子
a bee, a bite, 一只蜜蜂，一个蛰伤
a blink, a buzzard, 一个眨眼，一只秃鹰
the sudden stroke of night. 夜晚骤然降临
a pin, a needle, 一个别针，一根针
a sting, a pain, 刺伤，疼痛
a snail, a riddle, 一只蜗牛，一个谜语
a weep, a stain. 一阵啜泣，一片泪痕
a pass in the mountains. 山上的一条山路
a horse, a mule, 一头马，一头骡子
in the distance the shelves. 在沙地上排成一列走着
rode three shadows of blue. 留下了三个蓝色的影子
and the riverbank talks 只有河岸在静静地告诉你
of the promise of life 这是生命的承诺
in your heart, in your heart 在你的心里，在你的心里
A stick, a stone 一根棍子，一块石头
it's the end of the road, 这就是路的尽头
it's the rest of the stump, 一颗残存的树桩，
it's a little alone 有一点孤单
it's a sliver of glass, 玻璃上的一道裂痕，
it is life,it's the sun, 这是生活，这是太阳
a night, a death, 这是夜晚，这是死亡
the end of the run 这是奔跑的尽头
and the riverbank talks. 只有河岸在静静地告诉你
of the water of march 这是三月的雨
it's the promise of life, 这是生命的承诺
it's the joy in your heart, 在你的心中产生的喜悦
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