这边,是光。那边,是岸。墨祭

作者:叶凝波人气:279更新:2021-07-14 22:20:12

文/墨祭(Escadre) QQ:1054527611

布满蛛网尘埃的没落街道,只有我一个人行走。鞋子边缘还画着一圈一圈的泥迹 。所以赤道以北 ,就多了一滴眼泪。

那带起了一地失落的眼泪。

就像无数只灵魂无处安放,游荡在,那记忆深处的城 。

而时不时飞过来的蛾 ,执着地追逐碎玻璃里的烛光。

还有沦陷下去的一半道路。青苔仿佛是最茂盛的植物 。

不小心就会掉落。

掉落在记忆深处,如砂般迷失了分离。然后万劫不复 。

好比,现在 ,一遍一遍醒来,哭泣 。再沉睡,再哭泣。

醒来仅仅为了亲眼看见你的脚步向我迈进。一点 。

但为什么 ,我在梦里只察觉了你零落的忧伤。面对我的 ,是深深的背影。

深得,可以容纳几千个宇宙 。却包容不了我的眼泪。

于是我只能停在这样的街道。长了蜘蛛网,堆上了尘埃 ,惶恐不安的街道 。

空气里,从地壳下面传来的蒸气,它的影子还能陪伴我哭泣。

躺在沦陷的土地上 ,天花板里的天空好宁静。阳光投射在一个空无一物的小角落,剩下,冻得发红的双手指指画画 ,以为捧了一束光 。

英译版本:

Text / Ink Festival (escadre) QQ: 1054527611

The dusty street with the dust is only, I only walk alone. The edge of the shoes also draw a circle of mud. Therefore, it is more tears in the north of the equator.

That took a loss of tears.

Just like countless souls nowhere, wandering, the city in the depths.

The moth flying from time to time is persistently chasing the candlelight in the shredded glass.

There is also half of the road to fall. Moss seems to be the most lush plant.

If you accidentally fall.

Drops fall in the depth of memory, such as sand, disseminated. Then there is no longer possible.

As a better than, now, wake up over and over again, cry. Sleep again, cry.

Wake up just to see your footsteps for your own eyes. a little.

But why, I only spent the sadness of your zero in my dreams. It is a deep back.

Deep, can accommodate thousands of universe. But it can't be tears.

So I can only stop in such a street. Long spider web, piled up the dust, and ambitious street.

In the air, the vapor next to the crust is, and its shadow can accompany me cry.

Lying on the fall of the land, the sky in the ceiling is so quiet. Sunshine projected in a small corner of an empty, there is no red hands finger a bunch of lights.

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