已经没有什么了

在这一刻行走

与白纸上字迹留下的感叹

几乎相似

 

面对空白留下的巨大重量

没有什么可以彻底交出

交给它带走

 

这面无表情的绝望

隧道。狭小又广阔无边的世界

伸出的手。容纳甘甜奶水的

一只只排列下去的空桶

 

外面黄昏来临

远而朦胧，时间展开迷人的气质

这不过是一次又一次

被反复揉皱的一天

收起，或扔掉

又露出新的一页 

 

[Paper World]

There is nothing left  

Walking at this moment and

Exclamation marks on the white paper are

Almost similar

 

Facing with the heaviness left by the blank space

I have nothing to hand over completely to

Let it take away

 

The desperate expression

A tunnel。 A narrow and wide world,

Outreached hands。 The empty and

Lined up barrels for collecting sweet milk

 

Outside, dusk is arriving

Far and twilight, time is showing its pleasing appearance

This is just a day

A repeatedly being crumpled day

After we fold it up, or throw it away

The fresh page is revealed

这么晚，我看见一只蝴蝶还在飞

从马路这头，飞过那头

 

从一辆接一辆黏稠的汽车尾气里穿过去

车轮卷起的风，带着倏忽而起的呼啸

让她惊慌

 

它肯定是打了一个趔趄

才靠近一棵落满尘土的树上去的

 

可冰凉的树叶，也跟她一样

在纷纷飘落

 

 

So late, I see a butterfly is still flying

From this side of the road over to the other side

 

She is going through the thick exhaust spewed from running cars 

The wind comes from rolling wheels, carrying with a sudden whistling

Giving her a panicking

 

She definitely had a wobble  

Which leads her close to a tree fully covered with dust  

 

The cold leaves, acting like her 

Are falling one after another