一把把冷飕飕的刀子 一夜便割干净一切 城市蒙上白布 露宿的 僵硬的树，枝桠手脚冰凉 逆风而行的人 柔弱得像一条条草 谁一声低沉的咳嗽 吓得路旁的楼房一跳
That Year, Winter Yang
Ke
Blade
on blade, chill-chilling knives in
one night all’s cut clean away downright city
smothered in white cloth
Bedroomless stiffened
trees, their branches ice-frigid limbs
Those
wending their way against the wind are frail
as blade on blade of grass someone’s
one-time whispered coughing makes
the roadside high-rise startle
（Simon Patton 译） |
