始於永遠｜begins with forever
以為進入浩瀚會是不在話下。
凝，
散；
切響浮聲。
Thinking that entering the vastness would be a no-brainer. congeal, scattered; Sharpened the buoyant sound.
it's me
finally settled the dust
facing the beach;
Let the sea to the west pass by.
是我
終於落定塵埃
正對沙灘 ;
讓西邊的海，經過。
到處都閃爍著孩兒的眼瞳
飛馳一片奇妙光亮
一遍遍地在軌道
晝與夜;
Twinkle everywhere, those children's eyes
Flying with such a wonderful light
over and over on track
day and night;
Like it wasn't yesterday's spring
scheduling in space
let various colors enter
into the city.
像是不是昨天的春天
空間調度；
各種顏色進了城。
日落前的破曉
風信子
趕上彩排
端詳著，
看它怎樣的壓縮凝結
成了時間
引起一個周末高聳的棕櫚樹來臨。
Break of dawn before sunset
hyacinth
catch up on rehearsal
look at it,
See how it compresses and condenses
becoming the time
Causing a weekend of towering palm trees to come.
地圖已建立起經緯，由海平面開始滲入巷子的尾端。一張紙巾，幾行寥落歪斜的字跡，正與海鷗同步。
The map has established latitude and longitude, and the sea level begins to seep into the end of the alley. A piece of paper tissue, with a few lines of sparse and crooked handwriting, is synchronizing with the seagulls.
。
城牆與覆蓋她的雪
點燃號角；
。
似乎凍結在
濃縮的昨日後巷
Americana
已稀釋
流向明日；
。
不可思議的鳥兒
會有一個生日
通過窗前
通過清新的透明膠片
純淨如永遠。
.
city wall with snow covering her
fire the horn;
.
seems to freeze
Condensed back alley of yesterday
Americana
diluted
flow into tomorrow;
.
incredible bird
will have a birthday
through the window
through fresh transparencies
Pure as forever.
摯愛的，
是的。那高高的黃椰子高過屋瓦的，比鳥兒的歌聲都高呀。
當風來浪起時，就像久別的摯友向妳頻頻示意，遠遠的。
有如沙上的淺草，靜靜的真實。
。
放慢奔跑的速度，齒輪咬合月光的呼吸，是夜。
。
介於生活與夢境之丘，漂浮在鳥瞰式的等高線地圖。
降落的島嶼，陡緩蜿蜒間定位如星宿。
。
時光跟著過去了。接下來在左右滌蕩的沼澤中，儘管蘆葦桿子繼續朝著季節最終收場，其間，我只能說，任何被抑制的迅捷，眨眼間已把船塢變成了曬魚場。
。
轉折的時空猶在瞬間發聲。午后會議廳在天空漂浮的格柵折射橄欖樹叢中的冷泉，排出附著物。只有閃爍。
。
風扇開始傾斜
開始傾斜
酒杯
於談話當中
啟航
。
隨著節奏頻率變換的，荒蕪或斑斕，
。
空洞的眼神，裡面
閃閃發亮
一群斑斕的臨界
靦腆了天空的格柵
釋出一項慶典。
。
坦率地甩開流蘇
日子
由邊緣揚帆
新的高度
在閃亮的白色火焰下
迅速成行。
Beloved,
yes. The tall bamboo palm is taller than the roof tiles, higher than the singing scale of birds.
When the wind blows, it's like a long-lost friend who frequently signals to you, far away.
Like Asakusa on the sand, quiet and real.
.
Slow down the speed of running, the gears bite the breath of the moonlight, it is night.
.
A hill between living and dreaming, floating on a bird's-eye contour map.
The landing island is positioned like a constellation between the steep and gentle windings.
.
Time went by. Then in the swamps washed left and right, while the reed poles continued towards the end of the season, all I can say is that any restrained swiftness has in the blink of an eye turned the dock into a fish-bath.
.
The turning time and space still sounded in an instant. In the afternoon, the grid floating in the sky of the conference hall refracts the cold spring among the olive groves and discharges the attachments. Only flickering.
.
The fan starts
to tilt, the
wine glass starts to tip
, and the conversation sets
sail
.
With the change of rhythm frequency, barren or gorgeous,
.
Void sight, set
glistening
group of glistening reaching borderline
shy grids in the sky
unleashed a celebration.
.
Candidly throw off the fringe
Days
sail by the edge to
new heights in swift, shift
white flames .
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"Time is experienced as a flow of energy not so much as a linear concept with past, present and future but it’s more like eternal NOW which still moves, still moves. . . there is still a time vector from past to the present and into the future but it is experienced more multi dimensionally with much greater understanding of cause and effect of our actions." -- Cobra
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