指紋

在秋天到來的下午，我靜靜地躺著

一間小屋子里充滿了光，我躺在光里

沿著光傳來說話的聲音，敲打鐵器的聲音，汽車引擎的聲音

躺在這些聲音里，我沒有任何不安

在秋天到來的下午等待著，還有一種聲音尚未到來

它在某一座山的背后，在一片湖泊的下面，也在一頭野獸

奔跑之前的佇望里，我等待那個時刻——

一只指揮龐大樂隊的手，從泛著光芒的樂譜上驟然抬起。

Autumn Afternoon

ByZhi Wen

This afternoon autumn arrives. I lie quietly

In my little room, sun drenched, I lie in the sunlight

Light conveys the sound: sound of conversations,

sound of metal, sound of car engines

Lying in these sounds I feel no anxieties

I am waiting, in this afternoon when autumn is

here, and a sound is yet to come

It will come from behind a mountain, from beneath

a lake, from the lookout of a beast

Before it dashes off, I am waiting for that moment—

A hand, conducting a grand orchestra, suddenly

raises from some shining music