那是純潔無邪猶如嬰兒的肌膚覆蓋著
它的面容，我們也許是二維的...
縱使雙翼徒然品嘗這乏味的真空，
你都聽說了什麼好康承諾？有些影子
依舊任性地飄浮在花粉的旅行日記中。
Some Things About to Vanish
It was pure,
innocent as an infant’s skin
covering its face.
We might be two-dimensional…
Even if our wings vainly taste
this tedious vacuum,
what kind of sweet promises
have you heard?
Some shadows
still willfully drift
through the travel journals of pollen.
