缪斯

文/Ken

为了写她 去寻她

是徒劳

只在抽象中存在

上了层楼 却满是愁绪

还不如 不上

真正的愁苦在坑里埋着

很久很久了... 

脑海迴旋返转

一下子停滞了

成了死海

怎么也流不动

窒息

需要一阵清风吹来

往年的回忆

近日的邂逅

古人的逸事

今人的荒唐

成了存活的稻草

反复咀嚼

干枯中能再轧出一丝味来？

又卡住了

她 在哪里？

Muse

By Ken Fan

It's entirely futile,

To pursue her,

In order to serenade her.

Only an abstract existence.

Climbed all the stairs

Only to find unhappiness,

Better off not climbing.

The unhappiness

Is buried in those deep pits

Long ago...

Swirling thoughts

Suddenly came to brake,

Like the Dead Sea,

No movement, 

Suffocating, 

Dying for some fresh air.

Memories from the past,

Rendezvous at present;

Ancestor's affairs, 

Today's absurdities,

All final straws. 

So dry and withered, 

Still worth chewing? 

Stuck again, 

Yet 

where is she?