[在我从未涉足之处]
在我从未涉足之处，欣喜
而未曾体验，你双眼沉默：
你最细微的手势里总有什么将我环绕，
抑或是有什么，因为太切近而我无从触碰
你最轻快的一瞥也能轻易地展开我
尽管我已如手指般合拢，
你总是一瓣一瓣地展开我，就像是春天
（技巧而神秘的抚触）展开她的第一朵玫瑰
或者，倘若你想合起我，我和
我的生命将会优美地收拢，迅速地，
就像是在这朵花的幻觉中，
漫天白雪正细意降落
这世上再没有什么
能与你那强烈的脆弱相提并论：它的质地
以其天国之色驱使我
用每一次呼吸诠释死与永恒
（我不知道什么能令你展开
与合拢，我只是隐约地明白
你双眼的声音比所有的玫瑰都要深沉）
没有人，甚至雨，有这样小的手。
[Somewhere I Have Never Travelled ]
E.E. Cummings
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully, mysteriously)her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

我想我要回家了
总不能一直摆模糊的姿势，吹同一个无声的调子
我想你还是远行了
不然又怎会故意在暖冬赞美炎夏，忘掉公园的门牌号码
这一次，就让我为你奏响最后的彷徨
盛满了从始至终的荒凉
森林找了魔，时间也睡了
我离散的七彩光芒
大家都去哪里了
是不是，和我的口琴一起，回到你的身旁
还是该说
谁的世界，我们再见吧

要经历过梦想，才能看得清现实。
要经历过痛苦，才能感受到幸福。
要放弃很多的坚持，才能得到微小的回报。
要褴褛很多年，才可以披挂上那袭寒冷的战衣。
要经历很多很多的失败，才能站上那一片荒无人烟的寒冷山岗。