《夜》| 雙一
日頭沉下去很久了，天空的睡衣像染了鉛
星星瞇縫著眼，遠遠地縮在路燈后面
空調(diào)們在比鄰的窗外延續(xù)著露天座談會
一萬個窗內(nèi)銀屏重播白天的故事
川流的馬達鼓著兩條街的掌聲
偶爾一串警笛唱起臨時的主角
導演去哪兒了？
我這開小差的群眾演員
縮在熄滅的燈里，睜大烏黑的眼
搜索這幕劇里，走失很久很久的夜
2018/06/17
Night
By Shuang Yi
The sun has set for long
The sky seems to be wearing a lead-stained night gown
Stars squint, hiding far away behind street lights
Air conditioners outside neighbouring windows continue their panel discussions
Thousands of flashing screens in those windows replay stories of the day
Engines flow around the blocks clapping with cheers
Occasionally a rising siren takes a temporary lead role
Where did the director go?
I, an absent background actor,
Withdraw into a blacked out light, and open my eyes wide, searching in this play
For the night that has long gone astray
