Who is waiting for
An ordered sunrise.
I close the door,
The inner part of the poem us in dusk.
At the centre of a desk,
The pepper king is mad.
A piece of music remembers me,
And lay down its burden.
The parts of a time piece scateer about
At the Royal horizon.
Incident and incident inter-linked,
Passing through the tunnel.
(transaled from poem 累盒by Bei Dao)
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