秋风熄灭了一盏灯
诗/婧芩
他一直没有哭
他已经让黑夜在
白纸上 闪过
许多次
秋风瞬间熄灭了
一盏灯
而我内心的荒芜依然
耻辱地亮着
一个诗人体内到底有多少
火焰
燃烧时发出埙的
哀鸣
以微弱的名义
超度
那些诗句里的
亡灵
一些生灵在
被点亮过的星空里
安家
他
微笑着走向熄灭他的
那阵风
注：埙，为古代的一钟乐器。
Autumn Wind Blos Off A Lamp's Light
A poem by JingQin /Tr. by Lily
He's never cried
And already let the dark night
Slip off a paper hite
For many times
The autumn ind instantly blos off
The light of a lamp
While my heart is still barren
And lit ith a shame
By the name of faintness
From those verses
Release
The souls of the dead
Ho much flame
A poet's body could ever have
When burning
It hines as Xun's ail
Some beings
Settle don
In the lit starry sky
With a smile he alks up to
That gust of ind
Which is going to ruin him
