过桥

樊功生

那边什么样？

都不清楚

有说是一片黑

也有说是一片白

在天上

地下

争来争去

纷纷纭纭... 

倒是想跟那边通个话

说说那些来不及交代的事

和无名的歉疚... 

总有些神人

说可以把话递过去

再把话传回来

心诚的人

试过后却说

其实过不去

只是编了个故事

在愚弄人

让自己心安一些

当然

每天都有过去的

却是一个回不来... 

一个长辈

刚从麻醉中醒来

眼直直地盯着医生

仿佛在问：

-- 我是不是过去了？

大夫对着他微笑

-- 差一点

    但给您搭了个桥

    又回来了... 

Bridge Crossing 

By Ken Fan 

What's like on the other side? 

No one's sure. 

Some say it's all black, 

Others say it's all white,

In heaven, or hell,

Argue the men, nonstop. 

Actually would like to connect, 

Say a few words aforementioned, 

Or for nameless guilt... 

There're always some magic people, 

Who can, as claimed, deliver to the other side, 

And bring back the responses. 

Some faithful folks have tried, 

And said that did not happen. 

Only make up some fancy tales,

And fool others 

Yet possibly some peace of mind. 

For sure, people cross over everyday, 

But nobody has returned...

An elder acquaintance, 

Just woke up from amnesia,

Staring squarely at the doctor

As if asking:

Did I cross over to the other side? 

The doctor smiled :

Almost, 

But we built a bridge for you, 

Then you came back...