Ashen Heart and Chilled Resolve

​心灰意冷

2018

Softly I go, just as I softly came;

I grasp my hands tightly, begging the brilliant dusk to stay.

The feet on which I stood you’ve hacked;

how can I even attempt seven steps?

The stench of burnt beans wafts out your Eastern window;

Yet you prance in your crown of charred bean stalks.

My glass of wine has long dried, and the cellars have long since soured;

Savour that glass you guard so jealously, for dusk’s infinite beauty holds no sway over eternity.

Silently I go, just as I silently came;

My hands hang empty, and I depart with dark clouds merely.

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轻轻的我走了，正如我轻轻的来；

我攥紧双手，祈求夕阳慢走。

你却砍我双足，

叫我如何迈这七步？

那焦煮的豆味从你的东窗飘发；

你却以炭黑的豆萁当花冠而为舞。

杯中酒早已饮尽，酒窖也已成腐；

慢用你那杯吧，也品尝如临黄昏的迟暮。

悄悄的我走了，正如我悄悄的来；

我双手空虚，将乌云携带。