每个人的心里其实都有一座城，
死去的人留下的城就叫死城。
我的城空了，你的城却歌舞升平。
天堂的门到底在哪啊，那种凄凉寂寞与萧索

深夜中独自一人的震颤
看不到前路的迷茫
消融了吧在黑夜之中
我是不是活着就能长出翅膀
还是死后才能如愿以偿？

The Dying Child
By Hans Christian Andersen.
Mother, I'm tired, and I would fain be sleeping;
Let me repose upon thy bosom sick;
But promise me that thou wilt leave off weeping,
Because thy tears fall hot upon my cheek.
Here it is cold: the tempest raveth madly;
But in my dreams all is so wondrous bright;
I see the angel-children smiling gladly,
When from my weary eyes I shut out light.
Mother, one stands beside me now! and, listen!
Dost thou not hear the music's sweet accord?
See how his white wings beautifully glisten?
Surely those wings were given him by the Lord!
Green, gold, and red, are floating all around me;
They are the flowers the angel scattereth.
Should I have also wings while life has bound me?
Or, mother, are they given alone in death?
Why dost thou clasp me as if I were going?
Why dost thou press thy cheek so unto mine?
Thy cheek is hot, and yet thy tears are flowing!
I will, dear mother, will be always thine!
Do not sigh thus – it marreth my reposing;
But if thou weep, then I must weep with thee!
Ah, I am tired – my weary eyes are closing –
Look, mother, look! the angel kisseth me!

妈妈，我真累，昏沉沉
让我靠着你的胸脯打个盹儿
别哭泣，妈妈，你得听我话
因为你的热泪会烫着我的双颊
这儿冷森森，外面狂风阵阵
可在梦中都有那样的如画美景
每当我合上眼睛
便有甜蜜的天使前来和我接近
妈妈，你可看到天使在我身边？
你可听到那乐声何等婉转？
瞧，他的一双翅膀多么洁白，多么漂亮
这翅膀上的定是上帝恩赐的光芒
绿、黄、红，多少色彩在我眼前闪现
那是天使把鲜花抛散
我是不是活着就能长出翅膀？
还是，妈妈，得等到我死后才能如愿所偿？
你为什么把我的手捏得这样紧？
你为什么把你的脸跟我的脸贴得这样近？
你的脸湿淋淋，却又滚烫灼人
妈妈，我永远属于你！
你要哭，我也会跟着你泪涔涔
啊，我真困，我要闭上眼睛
妈妈，你瞧，天使在把我亲吻

一楼出自何处

弥留中的孩子？

我倾尽一生去寻找，却发现那并不是我想象中的长安。我一路走来千山万水，却得到了悲伤，才猛然发觉真正的长安好像就在我出发的地方。

佛家有言， 一切有为法 有如梦幻泡影 如梦亦如幻 如露亦如电 当作如是观。与故事观点恰似之处甚多。