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Your Words Sing beautifully in my silent room touching every corner of personal dust & distrust and they have such slender hands that put the noisy world eventually to sleep They want light They tell stories in the deep of my night: silly man at the foot of the hill, childhood, love letters that you never sent . . . . Love is a road at dawn, foggy and chilly covered with strange sound of the sleeping forest: Where? Where? Here? Hold me tight! She said, I'm cold. :3/31/05 [morning sun is sticking its head into my window begging for water]
你也保重 :)
你的翻译又是如此娴熟！
保重！
在我静寂的屋里
悠扬清唱
抚摸着每个
私人尘埃与不信任的
角落
它们的手
如此修长
能将喧哗的世界
最终送入
梦乡
它们渴望光芒
诉说着
夜深处的
故事：
山脚下的愚人，
童年，你从未
寄出的情书
。。。
爱
是黎明中的
路，迷雾重重而寒冷
布满沉睡森林里
陌生的声音：
哪儿？哪儿？
这儿？
抱紧我！
她说，我很冷。
[清晨的太阳
在我窗前
探头探脑 - - -
乞讨着水]