This day, wind knows what love is, the summer
day flashing royal colors.
A lone fisherman surveys the world's wound.
A struck bell swells, people strolling in the afternoon.
Please join the year's implications.
Someone bends toward a piano, someone carries a ladder past.
Sleepiness has been postponed a few minutes,
only a few minutes.
The sun researches shadow.
And drinking water from a bright mirror, I see the enemy within,
an oil tanker.
The tenor's song enrages the sea.
At 3:00 in the morning, I open a tin can,
setting some fish on fire.
这一天
风俗之爱情
夏日闪烁着皇家的颜色
钓鱼人
孤独地测量大地的伤口
敲响的钟在膨胀
午后的漫步者
请教着岁月的含义
有人俯向钢琴
有人扛着梯子走过
睡意被推迟几分钟
仅仅几分钟
太阳在研究阴影
我从明镜饮水
看见心目中的敌人
男高音的歌声像邮轮激怒大海
我凌晨三时打开罐头
让那些鱼大放光明