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距离
郑小琼
多少疼痛在磨损,移动在光线中的衣装
光线暗淡的火车长鸣在黑夜里
我们开着房门,向着莫名的岁月
河流正朝着我们的身世更深的地方奔涌
光像雪从各个方向吹来,你抬头看报纸里旧新闻
新故事,那些刊载的距离的幸福
我一个人在雪中经过,在通往恨与怨的路上
一棵树斜穿过,靠近我
这是异乡,这是岁末,我走着
在路上找着属于我的句子与语气
the distance
the clothes which moving in the light
were worn by too many painful things
gloomy trains blew a long whistle
leaving for the night
we opened the door of the room wide,
facing the unknown times and seasons
rivers were rushing towards the place
where was deeper than our daily life
light was snowflakes
which flying from every direction
you raised your head, reading the old news
or the new stories in the newspaper,
the published happiness never belonged to you
i went alone through the snow, on the road
leading to the hate and resentment
a tree was bent and approaching me
this was a foreign land, this was the year's end
I was walking on the road,
looking for the sentences and tones of my own |
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