歌手:空弦乐团
专辑:《拨云见日》

一盘棋
一场局
一个人
一出戏
虚实盈亏之间
杳如云烟

Live or dead,
Always a game of chess, a game of traps;
We are all acting, in loneliness, dramatically.
As the dust, growing, then crossing, fading, floating; as the time passes, as the wind flows.