门 曾写过英文纪念一位女潜水员

Door

At the bottom of an infinite lake
you find a narrow wooden door
and a sturgeon you wake. 
You sing him a folklore
that has survived time and forsake.
He hears in your desire a world to explore,
away from the filthy and the fake.
He leads you fin through the flimsy door,
till you see a blue shore.