十月 2010


這時河漢無聲,鳥翼稀薄

青草向群星瘋狂地生長

馬群忘記了飛翔

——《在哈爾蓋仰望星空》

I was 5 and he was 6.
We rode on horses made of sticks.
He woreblack and I wore white.
He would always win the fight.
Bang bang, he shot me down.
Bang bang, I hit the ground.
Bang bang, that awful sound.
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.