谢谢分享，好想也读到英文原诗，我在网上找到了An excerpt of "Between the Chances"， 和你分享。
An excerpt of "Between the Chances" follows:
The hidden walkways known to us
Now open to those curious
Enough to look.
They pass along a legacy,
Our prints of anonymity
In every nook.
The stories of our hands explain
A common bond that must remain,
Though we are gone --
We are the grass, we are the rooms,
The silent marching that resumes
Its slow, proud song.
谢谢分享，好想也读到英文原诗，我在网上找到了An excerpt of "Between the Chances"， 和你分享。
An excerpt of "Between the Chances" follows:
The hidden walkways known to us
Now open to those curious
Enough to look.
They pass along a legacy,
Our prints of anonymity
In every nook.
The stories of our hands explain
A common bond that must remain,
Though we are gone --
We are the grass, we are the rooms,
The silent marching that resumes
Its slow, proud song.
