隧

我穿过空间

进入隧道

此刻 时光并非主谋

看见你在前 十三尺

与我一同起步

是你

那个紧快的脚步 稍驼的背

你走远了 我持续

一个转弯 异道

你在我前 十三尺

看见你手上的操控

向前走 步奏

你走远了 我持续

然而我犹豫

是否 从背送你走

最后 我转弯 我望

我望着 你步外出口

像在森林里

看见你背影一样

似乎在追寻什么

可现实中 只能认人误

我 从来无法直视你

也无法与你交叉

或许 只能远望你

能否这样 守护着

跳跃空间

跳跃隧道

The Scorching Sun.

There weren't any shades,

it was a direct spread on the surface.

I may be a flat, thin sheet

as if one dimension is reduced

there wasn't so much to be covered,

sometimes, maybe, among the open possibilities.

and I thought you might feel the same way, too.

as I see the endless green in front of the wind screen

it flicked,

and then the spread of the blue sea

it flicked again,

then a pitch black cloth that has white little diamonds attached

it flicked,

it doesn't seem to matter, somehow

It was so bright

I can hardly see you

the flare was too much for my mechanism of contraction

But I see you smile

bright as usual, you were

it never fails to put me in the state of detached

as if it is what that matters,

the only breadth that stands out alone.

It was a beautiful afternoon.

On a Day of December.

'My day was metaphysical,'

says he.

扰。

我无处可逃。

Sunday Afternoon.

星期日 中午

把你藏在心里

好好的 呵护

滋润 你

想要你 靠在我身边

星期日 中午

太阳高挂

照亮 且温柔

你说我是阳光

其实 我好想就这样

暖你一辈子

星期日 中午

通过照射大地的 宽宏

我 守护你

Vacuumed.

A shadow left in the confined space

supposedly, stepping out

is what one would be programmed

in the cause and effect translation

One reason left hanging

engulfing all senses into a wholesome richness

I remember how you tell me things

how I see love

oozing out from your existence

And I remembered how once I felt

much up sky high

when I knew you would feel that too

I realized how I am wrapped in your embrace

That is how you put me in the state

of vacuum

Diggin' on you

is all I do