我哭了
星期五晚,星期日晚,星期三晚,我哭了。在擁擠狹小的空間,眾人已睡我獨醒,萬人呐喊,震耳欲聾,我在玻璃房裏也呐喊。我不眠,我奔跑,我在荒原奔跑,荒原的大地,荒原的蒼穹,我找不到回家的路了,我留在了荒原,沒有月亮沒有星星的荒原。我回不來了。家在哪兒?我已不認得。何處是家?何處是心的歸所?
Broken Heart
My heart is broken into pieces
As I saw the broken pieces of another heart.
Can I mend them?
Can I mend them?
My heart is no longer a coherent whole.
Who am I?
I move I work I talk,
I smile I glow.
I cry I agonise I groan.
Is it me, the real me?
Is it me deep down?
I am what I visualise, I am what I say,
I am how I look,
But I am not sure,
As my dear one would say,
I can’t figure out
What’s on your mind.
Please don’t figure out.
You don’t want to know.
You don't want to believe it.
You will lose what you have owned for so long
Once you try to define it or confirm you have it.
You can never jump into the same river twice, they say.
You’ll never know for sure what you have and what you don’t.
Don’t ask don’t try to figure out.
You are what you are.
You are pain, you are patience.
You are perseverance.
You are a beautiful void.
You are a timeless concept.
You are rivalry.
You are a riddle and yet a miracle.
I pray for peace of mind, a compromise.