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Low Water · 枯水

201810041726

Hang Zhang
夏天和冬天之间缺少一种填补 空气与地面之间缺少一种缓冲 我的双脚漫过雕像 浸湿最后一件外套 他们背对着风往前挪动 看见我干涸的虹膜 他们不知道我想念着你 想念着刺穿温度的碰触 我就在这长椅上逐渐失聪 所有音符落回天空中耀眼的云层
There is lacking a kind of fill up between summer and winter There is lacking a kind of buffer between air and ground My feet inundate the statue Wet the last coat They're moving forward opposite with the wind Seeing my dry iris They don't know I'm missing you Longing for the touch piercing the temperature I'm on this bench losing hearing gradually All musical notes falling back to the shinning clouds in the sky