《夜》| 双一
日头沉下去很久了，天空的睡衣像染了铅
星星眯缝着眼，远远地缩在路灯后面
空调们在比邻的窗外延续着露天座谈会
一万个窗内银屏重播白天的故事
川流的马达鼓着两条街的掌声
偶尔一串警笛唱起临时的主角
导演去哪儿了？
我这开小差的群众演员
缩在熄灭的灯里，睁大乌黑的眼
搜索这幕剧里，走失很久很久的夜
2018/06/17
Night
By Shuang Yi
The sun has set for long
The sky seems to be wearing a lead-stained night gown
Stars squint, hiding far away behind street lights
Air conditioners outside neighbouring windows continue their panel discussions
Thousands of flashing screens in those windows replay stories of the day
Engines flow around the blocks clapping with cheers
Occasionally a rising siren takes a temporary lead role
Where did the director go?
I, an absent background actor,
Withdraw into a blacked out light, and open my eyes wide, searching in this play
For the night that has long gone astray
