鸟群归来， 化作话语注入我们每天的杯子，竟倒的那么满； 经不起一丝晃动，哪怕是口唇的轻轻一碰，只要有一滴落地 ，话语就要把我们战胜（摘自昆鸟诗集《乐园》） ‘As flocks return, they transform into words that fill our cups each day, to the very brim. Fragile, a mere touch of lips or a single drop spilled, these words strive to conquer us.’
Excerpt from Kunniao’s poetry collection 'Paradise'
鸟群归来， 化作话语注入我们每天的杯子，竟倒的那么满； 经不起一丝晃动，哪怕是口唇的轻轻一碰，只要有一滴落地 ，话语就要把我们战胜（摘自昆鸟诗集《乐园》） ‘As flocks return, they transform into words that fill our cups each day, to the very brim. Fragile, a mere touch of lips or a single drop spilled, these words strive to conquer us.’
Excerpt from Kunniao’s poetry collection 'Paradise'
