背面

文/Ken

在天上

自由自在

时隐时现

那些个故事

从小就听过

太多的诗词

几首还在流传

大都已被忘却

不过诗人的心是诚的...

总让人看着光洁的一面

像个玉盘

什么原因

什么定律

还是创世主的意志

让你如此？

也让人有最好的梦幻？

有人去了你的背面

还捧回了一把土

说是同样的灰石和山峦

而且是无尽的阴冷

和黑暗... 

失望 失落

Back Side 

By Ken Fan 

In the sky, entirely free.

Bright and dark, alternating. 

Those stories, 

Heard in childhood already. 

Too many poetries

A few survived, 

Most are forgotten. 

Yet their hearts are sincere. 

Always show the shiny side, 

Like a jade plate. 

Any reason, or law?

Or Creator's idea?

Such you're let be?

And let folks go harbour those fancies?

Someone went to your back side. 

He brought a small pile of clay,

And claimed only rocks and hills on that side. 

Furthermore, it's neverending freeze and darkness. 

So disappointed, 

So disillusioned.