我無法閱讀它的記憶和未來
未見生之前路
甚至一小節樂曲的哼唱
雖當下卻遙遠的模糊
我想細數它的輕盈跳躍
盼望死亡的死亡
甚至玄量般的粒子飄落
在指間的縫隙裡乘著微光悄然來訪
而不存在的永恆空間啊
愛我們的就只是時間的無聲徜徉
幽靈若隱若現地
窺探這拒絕逝去的幻相
Refusing the Vanishing Illusion
I cannot read
its memory or its future
no path before birth comes into view
not even the humming of a brief phrase of music
the present itself, distant and blurred
I want to count
its light, leaping motions
to long for the death of death
even particles drifting down
like microcosmic quantity
mysteriously
arriving softly on a trace of light
like microcosmic quantity
mysteriously
arriving softly on a trace of light
through the gaps between my fingers
O nonexistent space of eternity
what loves us
is only time, wandering in silence
ghosts, half-seen, half-withdrawn
peering into this illusion
that refuses to vanish