靜默

無形之心

黑夜與白晝的時間遊戲

悄然越界了天空

言語所悼念的

名之為詩

剩下的只有靜默

    Silence

The formless heart

the game of time between night and day

quietly crossed beyond the sky.

What language mourns

is called poetry.

All that remains

is silence.