你伸开粗壮的手指<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> 试图触摸墙上的世界 你以为你还是太阳 会不断释放温暖 你以为你是天空的主人 世界是你的孩子 可以随便摆弄她的身体 你以为她此刻很冷 且会感动得泪雨纷纷 你以为你还是麦地的守望者 你以为你带血的歌声 没有射向真理的墙壁 你以为……于是 你张开白骨的指爪 1989年8月1日 Erring Area You stretch out your brawny fingers To try to feel the world on the wall You assume you are still the sun That continues to give out warmth You assume you are still the host of heaven And the world is your kid And you can fondle her body at will You assume she feels cold now And feels moved to showers of tears You assume you are still the watcher of the wheat field You assume your bloodshot song Has not shot at the wall of truth You assume…then You open your claws of white bones August 1, 1989 (张智 译) |
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