文/筆若
只要回到床上去
Just go back to bed
我就只聽三個人講故事
I only heard three people tell stories
詩歌、血液、孤獨
Poetry, blood, loneliness
疾病使我來到你們中間
Sickness has brought me into your midst
我愛這理想國出生的孩子
I love the child of the republic
你們就是我的兒子
You are my sons
九個太陽、九棵大樹
Nine SUNS and nine big trees
都仿佛聽到葡萄死去
It's like hearing grapes die
已經(jīng)有人開始照耀著我
Someone is already shining on me
已經(jīng)有許多樹開始死去
Many trees have begun to die
只要我愛這理想國出生的孩子
As long as I love the child of the republic
每一種語言就圍住
Every language is surrounded
正在說話而默哀的火
Fire in silence while speaking
就跪在北方的冰天雪地里
He knelt in the snow and ice of the north
2018年8月23曰
