文/笔若
只要回到床上去
Just go back to bed
我就只听三个人讲故事
I only heard three people tell stories
诗歌、血液、孤独
Poetry, blood, loneliness
疾病使我来到你们中间
Sickness has brought me into your midst
我爱这理想国出生的孩子
I love the child of the republic
你们就是我的儿子
You are my sons
九个太阳、九棵大树
Nine SUNS and nine big trees
都仿佛听到葡萄死去
It's like hearing grapes die
已经有人开始照耀着我
Someone is already shining on me
已经有许多树开始死去
Many trees have begun to die
只要我爱这理想国出生的孩子
As long as I love the child of the republic
每一种语言就围住
Every language is surrounded
正在说话而默哀的火
Fire in silence while speaking
就跪在北方的冰天雪地里
He knelt in the snow and ice of the north
2018年8月23曰
