听见
文/Ken
听见了
等于没听见
全是杂音
神在哪里？
无人会谐音
林子里鸟儿在叽喳
清新悦耳
都市的嘈杂
让人心烦...
坡上一阵清风
吹醒了千般色彩
路上的喇叭声
又掀起了
黑白的尘烟...
情的纯真
在胸口怦怦几下
只传给
心有灵犀的人
一旦染过纸笔
便成了一堆糟粕...
I heard
Yet same as unheard,
Merely noises.
Where's the God?
No one can harmonize.
Birds are chirping in woods,
Clear and pleasant.
The city's hussle,
Annoying and disdurbing...
Fresh breezes on a slope,
Blossom into myriad of colors.
Horns on the roads,
Blowing the black and white smokes.
Purest love,
Gently beats inside,
Only quietly transmitted to likely minds.
Once it's shoved thru a pen,
A rubbish it quickly becomes.
