《碑》
那夜，他为自己立了座碑。
莹莹月光照在他一节节脊骨上，
铮铮白骨里流淌出原生的卑。
那些在骨头上的诡异篆刻，
把他娓娓道来。
我用手指试图抚平那些文字，
那些在碑上的文字。
可是暴雪风沙都磨不平的名号，
又会被轻易抹开吗？
那夜，我想把他的碑掀掉，
把他从里面渡出来。
— 12:39 A.M. NYC
《The Tombstone》
That night, he erected a tombstone for himself.
The glittering moonlight shone on his backbone.
The innate inferiority complex flowed out of the pale bones.
The strange calligraphy carved on the bones
Speaks out his life.
I tried to smooth out the words with my fingers.
The words on the tombstone.
But even the blizzard, sandstorm can’t erase those names.
Will it be easily erased?
That night, I wanted to overturn his tombstone.
I wanted to save him from the grave.
— 12:39 A.M. NYC