有一種咖啡叫明天

空洞的詞彙

充滿著華麗的靈魂

網路陰溝

仰望繁星生成

高呼偉大與聖潔

理性+信仰

是的

我們都是

買一送二

有一種咖啡叫明天

    A Coffee Called Tomorrow

Empty words

filled with glamorous souls

The internet's gutter

looking up as stars come into being

Shouting greatness and holiness

reason + faith

Yes

we are all

Buy one, get two free

there is a coffee called tomorrow

未來信

圖：Seedream

忽然的奇怪念頭

關閉了腦海裡的光

通知鈴聲剛響

晚上很安靜

有點陌生的語言

只能沉默明白

一封未來信

透露了過去的真相

是我又不是我

    A Letter from the Future

A sudden, strange thought

switches off the light in my mind

just as a notification chimes

The night is very quiet

a language somewhat unfamiliar

I can only understand in silence

A letter from the future

reveals the truth of the past

it is me and yet not me

看見

心念留白

意曾經

再別了虛幻

誰無視

風已讀

遠去不回

看見了鏡像自己

黑暗之光

   —— “看見”的真正意義，或許不是終於看清自己是誰，而是開始看見，自己一直以什麼方式觀看自己。

風已讀，遠去不回。

鏡像仍在。

光與黑暗，卻不再需要彼此證明。

    Seeing

The mind leaves blank space

Intent, once

Farewell again, illusion

Who looks away

The wind has read

Gone, never to return

Seeing the mirrored self

Light of darkness

   — Perhaps the true meaning of “seeing” is not finally to see who we are, but to begin to see how we have always been looking at ourselves.

The wind has read, gone, never to return.

The mirror image remains.

Light and darkness, however, no longer need to prove each other.

悼詞

語言離開了我們

愛之絮語紛紛

枯的花瓣

族繁不及備載

昨晚急凍
造作的術語立柱

緊箍正在蔓延的裂縫

夢裡無主的囈語

見證自己的平平無奇

等待冰雹融化

也許亂語如昨

平靜地走向大海

謹此

    Obituary

Language has left us

Whispers of love scatter

withered petals

too many to name

Last night, a sudden freeze

affected jargon for pillars

tightening around the spreading cracks

In dreams, ownerless mutterings

witness their own ordinariness

waiting for the hail to melt

Perhaps, as with yesterday, the babble

will quietly make its way to the sea

Respectfully submitted

扭曲

始終冷靜

空蕩無人的一天

被扭曲的心碎

夜很深

沒有行道樹

    Twisted

Always calm

an empty day with no one

a twisted heartbreak

the night is deep

no trees along the street

空場

淡漠荒原

無痕

只是經過

回想

一種感覺

未知

退出空場

不生心

ta的從未存在

像白晝之夜

時間離散

    Empty Field

A desolate indifference

without a trace

only passing through

A recollection

a certain feeling

unknown

Leaving the empty field

no thought arises

ta never existed

Like Nuit Blanche

Time disperses

確否？

反復沒有
一再思維空掉

以為自我

沿途失散的碎影

確否？

    Is It Certain?

Repetition is gone

thinking again and again, emptied out

mistaking it for the self

fragments of shadow scattered along the way

Is it certain?