縱谷平原的焚風焚盡了稻粒的金黃入定
了悟的當下如此容易卻總是昏沉
六隻藍鵲無聲飛過
草蟬也似乎厭倦了成為夏日午後的單調背景
生命原本是一種難解的隱喻
街上的7-11存留著來自城市的熟悉味道
你看見六隻藍鵲無聲飛過
了悟的當下如此不容易卻總是輕盈
善良的焚風為我們焚盡了微光裡的一切猜想
Foehn Wind and Six Formosan blue magpies fly silently across the sky
The foehn wind of the valley plain
burns away the golden stillness of ripened grain.
Awakening comes so easily—
yet is always shrouded in drowsy haze.
Six Formosan blue magpies
fly silently across the sky.
Even the grass cicadas
seem weary of being the monotonous soundtrack
of summer afternoons.
Life was always
a metaphor too cryptic to decode.
The 7-11 on the street
still carries a taste familiar from the city.
You saw six blue magpies fly silently past—
Awakening, so hard to grasp,
yet always light as air.
The kind-hearted foehn wind
has burned away all speculation
in the subtle glow.
