把喉管生生撕开的痛楚
和绝望的被血糊住的话语
无数个白昼自尽
一些话是没有说出的话
一些话是被梦捂死的话
我的灵魂不知何处
正是我相信的这个声音 血肉的声音
不低头的瘸子咽下的这种声音
我们不知去往何处 在大海融化的
血淋淋的白昼
逼迫自己写下那些句子 然后就永久的死去
The pain of the throat torn open, raw
and the desperate words stuck in blood.
Countless daylights commit suicide.
Some words are those never spoken
Some words are those choked by dreams.
My soul has lost its way home
It is this voice I believe in — this of flesh and blood
This voice swallowed by the cripple who does not lower his head.
nobody knows where they go, aimed the sea-melting
bloody daylight.
Forcing myself to write those words, and die forever.