Breadcrumb
201810272345
在一张冰冷的椅子上
我写下无人阅读的诗歌
期待风闭起眼睛高声朗诵
那些将要呼啸而过的词语
彼此穿插
顺着太阳背阴
顽强地朝西行进
他们会在你的夜晚结束之前到达
部分消逝于你的梦境边缘
只给你留下一个半睡半醒的疑虑
On an ice-cold chair
I wrote down poems which nobody would read
Expect wind recites loudly with closing eyes
Those words which will whiz by
Interweave with each other
Along the dark side of the sun
Move towards west tenaciously
They would arrive before the end of your night
Some disappear at the edge of your dream
Leave you a half awake half asleep doubt