獨坐曙光下的山丘寒涼
望渺渺遠方流水
夢猶在兮
童年的魚不知去向了何方
我輕輕地敲擊著思想的空白鍵
無待此生的來去行蹤
A Footnote
Alone on a hill beneath the dawn, the cold I gaze at distant waters flowing on and on
The dream is still here
The fish of childhood I no longer know where they have gone
I gently tap the spacebar of thought
Needing nothing from this life nor tracing its comings and goings
