思想是靈魂白紙上的隨性塗鴉
意義原本沒有意義
意義原本沒有意義
自由始終牢牢束縛著它自己的最初
身體和世界的界線如此分明
情感卻不斷地暈染到畫框之外
—— 白天在樹林裡定植咖啡苗,心中浮現這樣的詩句,後來忘了,夜半又想起來!
Beyond the Frame
Thoughts are carefree sketches
upon the blank page of the soul.
Meaning,
in itself,
has never meant anything.
Freedom
has always remained
bound to its own beginning.
The boundary
between the body and the world
is so clearly drawn.
Yet emotion
keeps bleeding
beyond the frame.
— While transplanting young coffee seedlings in the woods during the day, these lines quietly came to me. Later I forgot them. Around midnight, they returned.