Prologue: Concrete#
I saw,
Your body pale,
Skin cracking.
Exposed,
No longer resilient to oxidation.
I saw,
You mixed with sand and gravel,
Cracked and returned to the soil.
Continuing,
Decaying and echoing back and forth.
When steel departs,
Returning to the embrace of nature.
Inorganic concrete,
Sand and gravel will weather,
Cement will burn.
When acid rain falls,
Decomposing the cries of industry.
Merciless concrete,
Cement also roars,
Sand and gravel carry brutality.
Time remembers everything,
Then destroys them.
The spark is extinguished by wind and rain,
The lonely one remains resentful.
Mouth#
Warmth reveals depth.
Inhale, exhale gently.
Gasping, sighing, burdened with life.
Stirring calm, stirring angry soil.
Golden edges, coated with another year of green.
Exhale, no white mist flying.
Cold wind blows, frost sharp,
Freezing tissue, piles of necrosis.
The pain of decay, deep into the marrow.
Bleeding, bleeding! Let the senses sleep.
Fresh red liquid, flowing through the cracked mouth.
Continue to be silent, keep falling.
Starting from the mouth,
Stopping at the throat.
Flowing pus and decay,
In groups, in pairs!
Who, who?
It wants to roar, but has no chance.
Cells tearing, becoming more fragmented.
Tightly fused, a discarded mouth!
Come again, squeeze out another drop of blood,
With the flesh and electricity of the heart.
From the already fearless, cracked mouth,
Return, take flight!
Piercing Sharpness#
(1)
Many people are thinking,
Many people are sad.
No matter how beautiful and long the stories are,
They all come to their end.
(2)
The wise question,
The sentimental lament.
No matter how sad and magnificent the ending is,
It still needs the voyage of sincere love.
(3)
Everything, everything!
Bathing in the morning and noon sunshine,
Or the fragrance of the night,
For the fortunate believers,
Announcing the direction of fate.
(4)
Hidden in the mockery of the night,
Is the blue light of the blade.
With the sharpness of all tragedies,
Piercing everything,
And its own chest.
Harbor#
(1)
This is a wind-blown harbor,
The dock sways in the waves.
Beating bloody waves,
Drifting with a bitter and salty fragrance.
(2)
This is a dilapidated boat,
Steam pretending to be a new sail.
The roar lacks loneliness,
The deck is covered with railings.
(3)
This is deep seawater,
No one has returned from it.
Digging out the depth in the blue waves,
Writing repentance beside the blue waves.
(4)
People who long to leave,
Stand in line neatly.
From the dock,
To the cabin,
Eager to unload their burdens.
(5)
Determined to stay,
Turn into drops of rain.
Another tear of the clouds,
Winding around the window.
(6)
The fog devours the harbor,
The huge engine is ready to sail.
Cheers and excitement are so clear.
On the dock,
On the ship.
Because leaving is liberation,
Staying is hope.
The Wind Has Died#
(1)
The sun rises,
Raindrops tap on the glass by the bed,
Light shuttles, sleepy eyes.
The earth and trees,
Sunlight and rain,
All remind us of the vitality of life.
(2)
Shadows lengthen,
Water vapor weaves into a huge net,
Grass and trees grow angrily, obscuring the confusion.
Lakes and oceans,
Solitude and direction,
All show the arrogance of the end.
(3)
What happened next?
Later,
The wind swept across the world,
Bringing deep snow.
Then the wind died silently,
Leaving behind a howling storm.
Rain City Meets Geese#
In the boundless quiet night sky,
Willow branches and leaves flutter with the wind.
People don't look up, hearts not surprised.
Waiting for rain clouds to cover the ground.
Where to find, more grateful?
Roof tiles drip, lonely city silent.
Smoke dissipates, geese return.
Put an End to Roaring#
Flashing in the eyes,
The flames in their hearts. Tears flow,
They roar in their dying moments.
The wind always blows,
The rain always falls,
Their passionate hearts—
Will never be lonely!
Dreams drift in,
The victorious songs from afar.
All that is seen,
Is the embrace of life and death.
The melody plays freely,
Tears flow freely,
The enduring dream of the land—
Awaits tranquility.
Rising from the horizon,
The warm embrace of orange.
Disappearing in the sky,
The black tide dotted with stars.
Finally, the heart flies,
The dream begins to soar,
The air is no longer foul—
Together, we look forward to today!
Everyone can laugh out loud,
The sound of singing in the forest reaches the wind,
The wind is desolate,
Leaves fall and reeds sway.
Rain hits the lotus leaves and they fall,
The waves roar,
The lake ripples and few people wander.
The burning grassland in the hot wilderness,
Howling in sorrow,
Feeling extreme sadness, burning in the heart.
Another year of spring comes,
Another look at the wilderness.
Seeing the wind blowing through the grass,
Flowers blooming everywhere.
But another year of spring comes,
Until the brilliance burns out,
Everyone can laugh out loud,
Only the sound of the wind remains.
But the wind blows through the forest,
And the sound cannot be heard.
Suddenly, it is realized,
That even the sun has been extinguished.
But they still believe in the sun,
Calling for the spark, only the distance remains.
But the obstructing cover,
Has already taken root in their hearts.
But they still light torches,
Searching for the source until the deepest part of the starry sky.
But the smoke and rain that cannot be dispersed,
Have occupied the alveoli.
Roaring and arguing, still continuing.
The disintegration of the clouds, but also relentless.
The raging fire and hatred, still intensifying.
The turmoil of luck, but also unstoppable.
It's time to find some starlight:
See that the crowd is still surging.
It's time to find a moon:
Flowing, connecting thoughts.
Inside the high walls of the heart,
You are waiting.
Outside the low border of the side village,
I am waiting.
When will the sky no longer have a cloud?
The crowd is still surging like the sea,
The high walls in the heart,
Still surround the border between people.
You still believe in the end,
I still believe in the end,
You believe.
That day will surely come.
All Can Laugh Out Loud#
The sound of singing in the forest reaches the wind,
The wind is desolate,
Leaves fall and reeds sway.
Rain hits the lotus leaves and they fall,
The waves roar,
The lake ripples and few people wander.
The burning grassland in the hot wilderness,
Howling in sorrow,
Feeling extreme sadness, burning in the heart.
It's another year of spring,
Another look at the wilderness.
But seeing the wind blowing through the grass,
Flowers blooming everywhere.
But it's just another year of spring,
Until it burns out in full bloom,
All can laugh out loud,
Only the sound of the wind remains.
Only Mountains Flow#
Only mountains flow,
Silent without sound.
Reeds won't yield,
Rejecting the autumn that won't die.
Only mountains flow,
Difficult to hear the sound.
Crowds shout absurdities,
Passersby won't stay.
Only mountains flow,
How can they hear the sound?
The bustling sky is full of stars,
Even in the cold, they rest.
Seeing mountains flow,
Sound will surely spread far.
Finally, the mountains tremble,
Waves surge,
And the fragrance of flowers and grass is heard.
History Tears It Apart#
They roar in the vast sea,
Waves crashing against the sky.
With the white foam,
Tying the other side together.
They roar in the borderlands,
Where smoke and sunset meet.
With the anticipation of the sunset,
Writing the love for their hometown.
They return in the deep forests,
Where grass and trees are buried.
With the announcement of the dawn,
Welcoming the arrival of simplicity.
They are the silent sea,
Fierce waves, sweeping the sky.
Responding to all suspicions,
With the flowing colors of the waves.
It can be a kind of rascal,
A kind of obstruction in the heart.
The most decayed and unbreakable wood,
Let history—let history tear it apart!
Giant Web#
This is a giant web,
Telephone, fax, and total internal reflection of light.
Covering the sky and earth,
Not afraid of the vast sea.
A web woven with copper wires,
Ants, flies, and even elephants.
Crossing mountains and seas,
Fearless of the vast sky.
A bridge built with fiberglass,
Joy, sorrow, and even loneliness.
Connecting plates,
Willing to eliminate barriers.
Cold collisions like liquid nitrogen,
Electricity warms the machine case.
Line by line,
The glory of an era.
Universities forget computer rooms,
Components scattered in all directions.
History is long,
This is its hometown.
In the ideology of cybernetics,
In the poetry of online chatting.
In the power of Project Cybersyn/Synco,
In the hometown of ENIAC.
They have formed,
A giant web.
No one knows,
Where it will spread.
The Chill of the Wind#
The chill of the wind,
Blows across the world.
Blowing the flames,
Not extinguishing the light.
The wildness of the wind,
Declares its season.
Bringing sparks,
Linking the golden yellow.
The wind blows away the fallen leaves,
Leaving fewer shades of green.
Winter comes with gratitude,
Climbing the steps of the wind.
Invisible, the chill of the wind,
Tangible, blowing vividly.
Flipping through yellowed pages,
I wonder, can it be understood?
In the world of the wind,
In its season.
Layers of mountains,
Pieces of vegetation connected.
Sway freely!
Surging in the blue sky.
This is a release,
Telling us about the chill of the wind!
Clouds#
Thick and dense clouds,
Covering the entire city.
Every breath lingers,
In the stale air.
Looking up at the sky,
But it seems even more blurry.
Suddenly, it is realized,
Even the sun has been extinguished.
But they are still singing about the sun,
Calling for the spark, only the distance remains.
But the obstructing cover,
Has already taken root in their hearts.
But they are still lighting torches,
Searching for the source until the deepest part of the starry sky.
But the smoke and rain that cannot be dispersed,
Have occupied the alveoli.
The collision of freezing cold,
The electric current warms the machine case.
Line by line,
The glory of an era.
Universities forget computer rooms,
Components scattered in all directions.
History is long,
This is its hometown.
In the ideology of cybernetics,
In the poetry of online chatting.
In the power of Project Cybersyn/Synco,
In the hometown of ENIAC.
They have formed,
A giant web.
No one knows,
Where it will spread.
The Wind's Chill#
The wind's chill,
Blows across the world.
Blowing the flames,
Not extinguishing the light.
The wind's wildness,
Announces its season.
Bringing sparks,
Linking the golden yellow.
The wind disperses the fallen leaves,
Leaving fewer shades of green.
Winter comes with gratitude,
Climbing the steps of the wind.
The pain of decay, deep into the marrow.
Bleeding, bleeding! Let the senses sleep.
Fresh red liquid, flowing through the cracked mouth.
Continue to be silent, keep falling.
Starting from the mouth,
Stopping at the throat.
Flowing pus and decay,
In groups, in pairs!
Who, who?
It wants to roar, but has no chance.
Cells tearing, becoming more fragmented.
Tightly fused, a discarded mouth!
Come again, squeeze out another drop of blood,
With the flesh and electricity of the heart.
From the already fearless, cracked mouth,
Return, take flight!
Night is Coming#
(1)
The sun sets, the flute stops,
The sky is warm, cicadas don't sing.
The flowing wind has no humanity,
The bright light doesn't see the stars.
(2)
Withered trees covered with new leaves,
Mist and dust roll and cut the earth.
The night is long, the heart is cold, the light is extinguished,
Embracing the morning sun to begin.
Listening to the Sea#
Lying down, listening to the waves, not lonely,
The crimson dawn is about to erupt.
Seagulls soar into the sky,
Rushing into the storm, rain pouring down.
Lying on the Tracks#
Deep in the grass outside the level crossing,
The cold wind comes and separates spring and summer.
Another year of agitation and anger,
No longer seeing the people of that time.
Unsettled Thoughts#
The noise of the rain by the lake outside the level crossing,
The waves reflect the bright moon.
Turning on the lights and taking the book away,
Closing my eyes to sleep, thoughts unsettled.
Epilogue: Roar#
Rain leaks through the sparse leaves,
Footsteps gather the sound.
Sit down for a moment after the thunder,
In an instant, the thunder echoes through eternity.
The end.