雪上足迹
在那个漫长的夜晚，你对我说：
“你是时代的受害者”
……我们不都是吗？
天亮的时候，山顶升起钟声
我的手指陷入土壤，大地正反击
顷刻间
云雾行走四周
再次仰望时
她早已不知去向
若隐若现的天空勾引着
困在牢房般森林中的我
第二天，山顶升起钟声
柔风使大地昏睡
树叶舔弄手指
星空梳着我的头发
森林蚕食最后一束光
像极了你在梳妆
夜幕降临，星陨如雨
稀疏的歌声掠过草地
我坠落于一个无形的深渊
一切都渐行渐远
黑暗似峭壁，试图将我救起
时间灿烂无边
眼前的脚印愈发清晰
一切都渐行渐远
最后，在根源处
在狂风呼啸的声音中
一捧深邃的水将我彻底吞没
2018.8.23 纽约
在那个漫长的夜晚，你对我说：
“你是时代的受害者”
……我们不都是吗？
天亮的时候，山顶升起钟声
我的手指陷入土壤，大地正反击
顷刻间
云雾行走四周
再次仰望时
她早已不知去向
若隐若现的天空勾引着
困在牢房般森林中的我
第二天，山顶升起钟声
柔风使大地昏睡
树叶舔弄手指
星空梳着我的头发
森林蚕食最后一束光
像极了你在梳妆
夜幕降临，星陨如雨
稀疏的歌声掠过草地
我坠落于一个无形的深渊
一切都渐行渐远
黑暗似峭壁，试图将我救起
时间灿烂无边
眼前的脚印愈发清晰
一切都渐行渐远
最后，在根源处
在狂风呼啸的声音中
一捧深邃的水将我彻底吞没
2018.8.23 纽约
Des Pas sur la Neige
That undying night, to me you said:
“To our time you’ve fallen victim.”
...But haven’t we both?
Toward the dawn, the bells rise from mountaintop
The earth fighting back, my fingers are deep in soil
In the turn of a hand
I’m wreathed in walking fog
Again I look up around
She’s nowhere to be found
I’m trapped in ward-like woods
Tempted by the sky that looms
On day two, the bells rise from mountaintop
Breezes put the earth into a coma
Leaves flirting with fingers
As the starry sky combs my hair
And the forest gnaws at the last beam of light
How it feels like you are making up there
Then night falls, stars in rain-pour
Sparse ballads skim across the moor
I fall into an elusive abyss
Where all’s receding
Cliffs of darkness, in infinite shine of time
Attempt to pick me up
The footprints get clear and clearer
Where all’s receding
And in the end, at the source
Buried in whistling wind
A handful of water drowns me in
August 23, 2018 New York
That undying night, to me you said:
“To our time you’ve fallen victim.”
...But haven’t we both?
Toward the dawn, the bells rise from mountaintop
The earth fighting back, my fingers are deep in soil
In the turn of a hand
I’m wreathed in walking fog
Again I look up around
She’s nowhere to be found
I’m trapped in ward-like woods
Tempted by the sky that looms
On day two, the bells rise from mountaintop
Breezes put the earth into a coma
Leaves flirting with fingers
As the starry sky combs my hair
And the forest gnaws at the last beam of light
How it feels like you are making up there
Then night falls, stars in rain-pour
Sparse ballads skim across the moor
I fall into an elusive abyss
Where all’s receding
Cliffs of darkness, in infinite shine of time
Attempt to pick me up
The footprints get clear and clearer
Where all’s receding
And in the end, at the source
Buried in whistling wind
A handful of water drowns me in
August 23, 2018 New York