fiction

translated by PLS

minor differences

no longer able to hold up, hours

breaking from each other

between iron walls

their words moan like

an abyss of great mass

water churning out water, fantasy replacing emptiness

the first letter is almost there

all day you sit idle over here

and i remain supine over there

willingly walking into a tomb

praying for an unprecedented ending

a death knell actually becomes a taboo

i have finally come to an answer

lest it be doomed for ever

disassembling and crumbling inside itself

虚构

作者：肖禾子

一些微小的差异

再无法支撑，遗落

在铜墙铁壁之间

对立开裂的时刻

他们的话语悲叹就像

大质量的 深渊

水生产水，幻想填补空白

第一个字仿佛就要出产

你终日枯坐在这里

我日夜躺卧在那里

心甘情愿走入坟墓

祈祷着 从未有过的结局

丧钟竟成为禁忌

我终于怀揣着某个答案

只怕它难逃千古宿命

在自身内部解体 塌陷