IMAGE

I lower my head, waves of my thick
gray hair quivering in the sunset

I see the grassland and sea
gathering together, in one direction
Stars rush back to their birthplaces

Sailors leave no footprints when they travel
There’s only a starting point, and a final end

All the years have been buried
No graveyards, nor tombstones
Only you yourself know where they’ve gone

The pyramids and the Great Wall are huge phenomena
I'm not
They draw symmetrical lines in the sky
I’m irregular

My shadow is very small
in spite of
my constant stretching
Even the shade is fading out

In the space my shadow occupies forcefully
flows an emptiness

I hear a fresh call
I know I belong to a younger age

With my thick gray hair
resting on a full chest
it feels as if it’s a fresh new start
and out of nowhere on this waste land
I start to cry

形象

形象

我垂下头，在夕阳中
浓密的白发滚动

我看见
草原和大海往一个方向收拢
星群纷纷奔回它们的发源地

水手走过的路没有足迹
只有起点和终点

被埋葬的岁月
没有坟场，没有墓碑
自己才知道它们散失在哪些地方

金字塔，长城都是庞大的现象
我不是
它们在天空划出均整而对称的线条
我不规则

我的阴影很小
尽管
我一直在伸展
它们在剥落

在它们强踞的地盘里
流荡着空虚

我听见新鲜的呼唤
我知道，自己属于年青的日子

浓密的白发
枕在丰满的胸上
仿佛又是一个起点
在荒原上
我哭了