我以为我可以拥抱
扑怀而来的风
当额前发丝的浮动
让心荡漾开来的时候
我收拢双臂
欢喜却扑了个空
我以为我可以拥抱
季节变换的潇洒
当春雨冬雪漫天
肌肤敏感地等待
冰凉慰藉的时候
我闭上双眼，肉体的温度
却融化了雪的剔透
也去梦里寻觅
回到初长的天真
去森林里冒险
收获珍宝满箱
于是梦外之身也企图揽附
梦里梦外，握紧的双手
却都是捏空，梦外一边失落
梦里继续寻找
或许那些幻空
其实都不是幻空
只是肉体的实形
太过卑微和鄙陋
指尖的触空
只是是一种
神圣的拒绝
当手掌变成星辰
当眼泪变成游云
那时，或许就能够拥有
一切风的交响
以及万物的灵动
也拥有了绝对的亘生
和无止的欣喜
How lovely is the wall of Japanese creeper
When the skeleton branch spreads
Its green in the May day sunshine
Covers the grey of the aged bricks
Stretches its millions of little palms
Swinging and waving in the golden sunlight
In the gentle summer breeze
It unlocks its joy to everything
The azure of the sky
The snow-white of the clouds
The indifference of the people passing
The disturbance of the cars driven by
The season will deprive its youth
The succulent veins will dry up into winter straws
Yet after the green gently fades away
How will it blaze these last drops of sap
Seething with burning fire before that bleary dust
The dazzling red will never touch an air of the autumn chill
Modified after Joanna
最爱的是那一墙爬山虎
冬日里的干枯在五月的阳光下
一层层铺漫着充满生机的绿
盖住砖瓦的古旧
摊开无数的手掌
在金色的阳光下摇曳
敞开翠嫩的心灵
在夏日的微风中
畅快地把自己交给一切
蓝天、白云
行人、车辆
即使季节会带去葱郁
在绿色的血液枯竭之前
也愿义无返顾地沸腾、燃烧
将生命最后的绚烂
彻彻底底地绽放
那鲜艳的红在归息的尘泥中
不沾染半点清秋的冷
记：每次去学校路过那墙爬山虎，都想把手掌伸过去，和爬山虎的手掌合十。那么多绿色的手掌会躲闪。最终贴近凉凉的它的那一刻，生命好像伸展了。
To him who knows
Did you find me following the faint instinct of knowing,
Like the baby swallow finding its straying sibling?
Thousands of years in loneliness and desolation,
We were abandoned, but now we meet as if in reunion.
Could this be a declaration?
Is it a bless, a kin-like cuddling?
You see through the intricate camouflage,
That bitchy life has imposed upon every individual life.
You showed your transparent sincerity,
The skid marks of life’s sin called destiny.
I, too, become crystal, returning to the beginning.
You are the better half of my soul.
You listen, smile, understand,
Like no one else in the world.
这是座荒凉的城
这是座寂寞的岛
世世代代的生命
扭曲缠绕成一个
铸满铁锈的环
环环相扣
扣住下一个轮回
环成这座岛
环成这座城
环成重复的生命和故事
泥土干成粉末
荷泽裂开伤口
鲜活的俗世形象
今天黯了眼眸
明日减了青丝
那心上的不古
和三月的海棠
霉成了蚁虫的食粮
你们一个个向我走来
好像你们一个个离去
逝去的亲人和朋友
困在这孤独荒凉的屋子里
困成了一座岛屿
每一个角落都被死亡亲近
蛆虫和白蚁才是死亡
永恒的同盟
当传说中的猪尾巴终于被
一代一代的无知
孕育出来的时候
那最初的担心和惊恐
却连一声尖叫也发不出
终于理解，为何百年孤独
那是一个世纪
无意义的循环往复