2011年2月12日 星期六

Memorial Day

So we become crazy about the abyss.

A memorial day,
Gulp down the tempest of the past,
With us together, sinking.

Gale forms itself into shape in a key hole,
That's the memory of the dead,
The knowledge of the night.

(Translated from poem 紀念日by Bei Dao)
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