Autumn Wind Blows 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 white

For many times

The autumn wind instantly blows off

The light of a lamp

While my heart is still barren

And lit with a shame

By the name of faintness

From those verses

Release

The souls of the dead

How much flame

A poet's body could ever have

When burning

It whines as Xun's wail

Some beings

Settle down

In the lit starry sky

With a smile he walks up to

That gust of wind

Which is going to ruin him

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。