亦有归依处

今年节日礼物，是一本书
有关科学与心灵，赠自儿子
于是，我们谈起灵魂的归依处
言及时间的不可重复
终不免一死
人生意义极其可疑
基督许诺天堂，浮屠说来世
可你我，执着于逻辑与知识
只肯信此生当下
在尘世的快乐与痛苦之间
做着加减法

这是个暖冬
雨代替雪，不断下着
细流汇进河中，又奔向大海
许多事，前尘事，身后事
我们又何知
比如我们何能碰巧成为父子
避无可避的亲人
但此刻，窗外萧瑟
雨后，冬云开合的缝隙
天幕中星星，一如你我的儿时
挨在一起又彼此隔离
而屋内烛光摇弋，眼神明亮
虽然它很快会燃尽

 

There somewhere to return

Gift for this Holiday is a book
About science and mind, from my son.
So we talked about the souls, where to return,
and the time that cannot be repeated,
Everyone will die,
The meaning of life is extremely suspicious.
Christ promised a heaven, Buddha offered an afterlife,
But you and me, dedicate ourselves to logic and knowledge,
Only willing to believe in this life and this moment.
Doing subtractions and additions
Between the joys and pains on the earth.

This is a warm winter,
Rain instead of snow keeps falling,
Streams into the rivers toward the sea.
Many things, before life, after life,
What do we know?
For instance, how could we happen to be a father and a son,
became the inevitable family members to each other.
At the moment, it is still bleak outside of the window 
Winter clouds open a chasm 
Where the stars blink like the way your and my childhoods'.
We are so close and so separate from each other.
Candlelight waves in the house, the eyes bright,
Although it will burn out soon.