素描Sketch
天欲雨，淅沥声仿佛是从山的背面来的
另一面是含羞的花
不敢全部打开的，一颗小心脏
我捧在手里的全部时光
苹果，玻璃杯，光源从窗外
不知名的镜中来
幕布的褶皱里保存了珍贵的记忆
诗句断断续续，让人害怕
一首歌唱不完，又转到另一首
低音部分走调，高音区气若游丝
旧磁带在阳光下抽出银白的嗓音
面若桃花的姑娘，转眼间就老了十年
岁月静好，雨水倾注
房梁翠生生的，望雨的人
静得说不出话来
房间里的脚步声，好像是陌生人的
我想了很久，回忆起却是你的样子
Rain about to fall; the pattering seems to come from the far side of the mountain
On the other side, a bashful flower
not daring to open all the way, one small heart
All the time I hold cupped in my hands
An apple, a glass, the light arriving from outside the window
out of some nameless mirror
In the folds of the curtain, precious memories are kept
The lines of verse come broken, in fits and starts, frightening
one song never finished before it turns into another
the bass goes off-key, the high notes thin as a thread of breath
an old cassette draws out its silver-white voice in the sunlight
and the girl with the peach-blossom face grows ten years older in a blink
The years lie quiet and good; the rain pours down
the roof beams a fresh vivid green; the one watching the rain
so still no words will come
Footsteps in the room, as if a stranger’s
I thought for a long time, and what I remembered was your face
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