2026-11-01

日記

寫詩混日子
為了贏得時間的漠視
意外的單純幸福

有時忘了酣眠
有時忘了醒來
同一個夢

寫詩混日子
為了遠離ta的明白
想象不到的空無

有時記得自己
有時記得人間
同一個世界

寫詩混日子
為了停在當下
為了好像進入永恆

有時過去
有時未來
同一個在與不在

—— 年輕的時候,有寫日記的習慣;
現在呢~寫詩混日子。


    Diary

Passing the days writing poetry
to earn time's indifference
an unexpected, uncomplicated happiness

Sometimes forgetting deep sleep
sometimes forgetting to wake
the same dream

Passing the days writing poetry
to distance myself from ta's knowing
an unimaginable nothingness

Sometimes remembering myself
sometimes remembering the human world
the same world

Passing the days writing poetry
to remain in the present
to feel, almost, as if entering eternity

Sometimes the past
sometimes the future
the same presence and absence

   — When I was young, I used to keep a diary.
These days?
I just pass the days writing poetry.

一種以為的哲學

我們無助的笑了
語言始終委屈

除了白晝和黑夜
曾經的宇宙
只是一種以為的哲學


    A Philosophy of What We Thought

We laughed helplessly
Language has always been wronged

Apart from day and night
the universe we once knew
was merely a philosophy of assumption

沉迷

單戀虛空的沒有回應
幻相了悟了實在
ta是個孤獨又無聊的詩人
沉迷自己的留白

    Obsession

An unrequited love affair with the unresponsive void
Illusion comprehends the real
ta is a lonely and bored poet
Lost in the blank spaces of its own making

遇見

經過與停留
如今安在

無人的未定邊界
ta只是風

遇見了沒有


    Encounter

What has become of
all that passed
and all that stayed?

An uninhabited, undefined boundary
ta is nothing but wind

Did we ever meet