圣洛朗的眼泪(25)

I twinkle in the meteor, and I am the singer of the ghost,
Your myth is the words era I have opened,
Your philosophers are our messengers.
Thoughts like a river current flow at great speed,
Quantum mechanics explodes from the nucleus,
Churning up the electrons, neutrons and protons in one day,
Waves and particles spin and entangle,
Round colored balls are flying in the void,
The stream of consciousness surges out of my heaven gate.
I am walking down Albert Street,
I"m looking for the outlet of truth in Trier.
I have a big beard,
I speak German, Russian and Anglo Saxon,
Chinese square characters become green bricks to build high-rise buildings.
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There is a city in my heaven gate,
The city has arched walls and pools,
The rainbow bridge weaves out The River Picture at Qingming Festival,
Connecting the sheer ruins of ancient Rome,
The ghost army in the ruins moving westward,
In wars, Aleppo appeared thousands of years ago,