in the end, cold crows piece together …
Bei Dao
Perhaps the final hour is come …
The sound of a guitar drifts through the air. …
a child carrying flowers walks toward the new year …
wolves of music weave their way at a run …
The wave of that year …
the Cold War just ended a lone sun in the belly of the flying bird white sails drift into an alternate river of time all languages circulate against the state of enslavement my identity suspect exile is crossing the void of a journey without a destination—my life …
the eyes of the daughters and sons of the river are shining …
another boy pieces together a map of the world …
tanks and thorns Ramallah besieged city …
a sower walks into the great hall …
Debasement is the password of the base, …
I want to go to the other bank …
冷戰剛剛結束 飛鳥腹中只有一 個太陽 白帆偏離了另一 條時間的河流 所有的語言與被奴役的秩序逆向而行 我身份可疑 流亡是穿越虛無的沒有終點的旅行 我的一生 …
坦克與荊棘 圍城拉姆安拉 …
屬於河流的兒女們眼神閃亮 …
另一個男孩拼世界版圖 …