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My bedside alarm clock died, it turned into a pile of scrap metal;
the purple roses of my castle wall died, turned into a pile of withered thorns;
the magical mirror on my wall died, turned into a cracked glass;
the slender arm stroke black butterfly died turned into a pile of dark dust;
The black cat chasing butterflies died, turned into a pile of rusty screws.
This is my dream-build castle,
my every daydream is building it,
and in every nightdream, to wind it in full.
But if someday I accidently die, my castle dies too.
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我床頭的鬧鐘停止運轉了 ,240轉發條走到了頭 ,它變成了壹堆廢鐵;
我的城堡墻頭 ,紫色玫瑰的發條停止了 ,變成了壹堆枯萎的荊棘;
房間墻壁上魔鏡的發條停止了 ,變成了壹塊裂縫的玻璃;
撫摩黑貓的纖細手臂發條停止了 ,變成了壹堆黯淡的塵土;
追逐蝴蝶的黑貓發條停止了 ,變成了壹堆銹蝕的螺釘。
我的城堡墻頭 ,紫色玫瑰的發條停止了 ,變成了壹堆枯萎的荊棘;
房間墻壁上魔鏡的發條停止了 ,變成了壹塊裂縫的玻璃;
撫摩黑貓的纖細手臂發條停止了 ,變成了壹堆黯淡的塵土;
追逐蝴蝶的黑貓發條停止了 ,變成了壹堆銹蝕的螺釘。
這是我用妄想構建起的城堡 ,我每壹次的白日夢 ,都在給它添磚加瓦,
每天夜裏 ,都在給它上滿發條。
可萬壹我死了 ,城堡有壹天也會死去的吧。