傍晚傍晚长长的影子如阵亡者平躺。太阳紧紧平衡在地平线上,一个机枪掩体突射出红色的死亡射线。街上做游戏的儿童的叫声,听起来就像从死者中找出自己的爱人的女人的恸哭。那不慎压过倒下的影子的汽车,是对这场屠杀和哀悼场面的残忍入侵。一只狗吠,预示着一群狼的来临。只有秃鹰下落不明,而且,如果我必须临窗,它们就会栖息在那里,栖息在苹果和梨子中间,等待着。 Evening long evening shadow as the dead lay down. The sun is tightly balanced on the horizon, a machine gun bunker projecting the red death ray. The sounds of children playing games in the streets sound like the crying of a woman who finds his own lover from the dead. The car that inadvertently pressed over the fallen shadow was a brutal invasion of the scene of the massacre and mourning. Barking a dog indicates the arrival of a pack of wolves. Only the vultures whereabouts are unknown, and if I had to visit the window, they would inhabit there, perched among apples and pears, waiting.