一個人

一棵樹   以它的枯影
反抗時光的冷暴力

一座山   以它黎明的棱線
描繪城市的黑歷史

至於我   一個人

以想象的孤獨
翻閱舊書頁裡被遺忘的風景

        One Person

A tree, with its withered shadow,

resists time's cold violence.

A mountain, with its dawn ridge line,

delineates the city's dark history.

As for me, alone,

armed with imagined solitude,

I leaf through forgotten landscapes

in the pages of old books.