Suffering Is a hand of moonlight, coursing aloof from west to east Gush of teardrops make Antarctica, nowhere are features of me at my height Anger fails to spring the cage of reverie, chrysanthemums pale To the cast of thought, the springtime of my face has leaves whirling down Parade of clay pots before my eyes, or a scale of chimes Or the scarf of a reluctant general, or swirl of dust brushed from his robe I load them in my car trunk every day I sleep with them under my cover Across the Pacific if a metal face soars skyward, Over here my left wrist feels a twinge Garbage-mouth city of crows, reeling in the sky I pull my shirt open, for my music Let it flee elsewhere, drift at its will At this moment My front door is open, my side door not closed Cloud, mist, thunder, lightning, wind and sun and moon All types of precipitation come from behind Pass straight through my chest This way and that on the bedsprings of the sky
愤怒为遐想打不开锁，菊花白白开放我思想，我脸上的春天也落叶纷纷跑到我前面的陶罐或者金钟大吕或者羽扇纶巾或者翩翩拂尘每天我在车兜上装着它们我睡觉棉被下盖着它们如果太平洋对岸有金属脸庞飞跃上天，我这里左手腕也隐隐作痛乌鸦城市垃圾嘴巴天空跌跌撞撞我撩开衣襟让我的音乐出外逃窜四散飘飞这一刻，大门打开我小门也不关，云、雾、雷、电、风、霜、雨、雪、雹降日、月都从我后背穿透到胸前荡荡荡荡我躺在蓝天大床上