I take an elevator from ground floor carport,
Movinng to a position at horizon,
Meditating that I am still moving up, beyond the blue.
Like the doctor, he who cannot be blocked.
They, decide my whole life:
The road leading to sucess.
The shouting of the boy has no connection with the seasons,
He is growing, He knows
How to hiurt others in the dream.
(translated by oswald from poem 憂鬱 by Bei Dao)