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在道路筑成的地方，我却迷了路。
浩波千顷，碧空万里，都不见道路的痕迹。
鸟儿的翅膀，闪耀的星光，以及变换四时的花朵，掩盖了道路的印记。
我问自己的心：你的血液里，可曾有辨认无形道路的眼力？
Where roads are made I lose my way.
In the wide water， in the blue sky there is no line of a track.
The pathway is hidden by the birds'wings， by the star- fires， by the flowers of the wayfaring seasons.
And I ask my heart if its blood carries the wisdom of the unseen way.
