Looked at the lights outside the window, at the heart of the night tirelessly. The night has come early, but has nothing to do with the people in the group of debauchery. They wantonly squandered belongs to the quiet of the night, hoping to get a little indulgence of joy. With the floating of the neon, the group is increasingly blurred. End is submerged in the lamplight, became the slave of the night.
I don't consciously miss solon, the troubadours roaming in walden lake. Lake breeze light up, not crazy rashness, gently as the dew wet skirts. Slowly, walking. Walk between the landscape, taste the xiuse sentimentally attached.
This city will not fulfill a wish. Under this sky, how many nowhere to put the soul in quiet place alive.
They are eager to see the second day of the sun, they forget the night long. Every figure a bit more, then wear the mask, skillfully plays a familiar or unfamiliar faces. Once in a while, wait until the crowd dispersed, but forget how to cast off false camouflage, had to be still in the darkness, feel dejected.
Destined for the city street, not suitable for habitat and serene.
People immersed in the dim light of night quiet unreal, naively think that light is belief, such as the faithful hajj, struggling to possession of the middle of the light. Promised to say sweet nothings with sweetness, the look is flowing in each other's body. Like, to treat a prey.
Morning light coming from the far east, said there are countless do not wish people know the secret of the night became disillusioned, disillusionment imaging is never the waves of the sea. People proficient in the night to forget again, begin a new day.
譯文亦為余作《這城市注定適合流浪，不適合棲息和安詳》
