snowynight

一秒钟后我们灰飞烟灭，
无所谓忘记，无所谓记起；
当一千年前在巴格达，一个阿拉伯人
低下他焦灼的额头贴近我的胸膛──
有什么东西碎了，我听见那叹息一样的声音。

合上眼我就飘浮在那些肥皂泡星辰之间，
它们并不存在──就像这地球；
然而总有土壤无中生有，供这些文字
和忧郁一并淤漫。

这黑暗的爪子扼扣在我肩上──这星光
把一具宇宙的玻璃身躯划伤，
尘世的王垂下原子头冠冕。我剥蚀：
在图书馆的廊柱上吹过，火星的腥红风。

一个人影渐渐走出我的身体──我的虚构，
他旋转在一个尘埃错杂的角落，
仿佛他是宇宙的精神。荆棘布满

大千世界，我的一只手指的边缘。
仿佛一个虚空就来源于这手指的一次触碰。
沙仑的玫瑰重叠萌生，我拉下这沙的头巾，
一个人影开始说话，那是引擎轻转的歌声：
无所谓驱动，无所谓明暗，
一秒钟以后我们相爱，失散，重新找寻。

One second later we fades into ashes,
Forgetting doesn't matter; Remembering doesn't matter
When one thousand years ago in Baghdad, an Arabian
Lower his fevered forehead to lean to my chest------
Something broke. I heard a sound like a sigh.

Closing the eyes, I float among bubble-like stars,
They don't exist, like the Earth,
But there's always soil fabricating something to let the words
and sorrow wander.

The darkness' s claw grabs my shoulder------This star light
slashes the glass body of the universe
The world's king lower the atomic crown. I falter:
At the pillars of the library blows the Mars' scarlet wind.

A shadow gradually leaves my body-----My fabrication,
He rotates in a dusty corner,
as if he were the spirit of the universe. Spiny bushes are everywhere.

Thousand worlds, My finger's fringe.
It's as if a space comes from this finger's one touch.
Saurian 's roses grows by themselves. I pull the veil of the sand.
A shadow starts to talk, which is the song of the moving engine.
Movement doesn't matter; Light and darkness doesn't matter
One second later we love, part, search for each other again.