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他变了 

都这么认为

见过

也觉得是

可他说：

我 还是我

怎么会变？

是你们不了解我而已... 

其实

他也不了解他自己

对着镜子

只是一张面孔

一会哭 一会笑的

是 但又不是

一个表象

可是 

那个他究竟是什么？

更不清楚以什么形式存在

或是否存在

就像 魂

是个虚无

跟肉体时而在一起

时而分开... 

还是有感触 

甚至感悟

有痛苦 或喜悦

忧虑 思考

从未间断

验证了吧？

应该存在的

不用再去质疑

只是表象太多

你们说他变了

就变了吧

说不准

他又会变回去

为了生存

或逃避

到头来

重要吗？

Another self

By Ken Fan 

He changed, 

Everyone thinks so. 

Seen him, 

And convinced. 

But he says,

I'm still myself,

Where's the change?

It's just some misunderstanding. 

In reality,

He doesn't know himself either.

In front of the mirror,

It's only a  blank face.

Laugh, or cry.

Yes, or no.

Just appearance.

But, who's Him anyway?

In what form does he exist?

Or whether does he exist?

Like a soul,

Is nothingness,

with or without the body.

However there're still senses,

Or even feelings.

There's pain

And joy;

Worry 

And thought. 

Nonstop. 

Confirmed? 

His existence. 

No more questions.

Only there are too many appearances.

If you insist on his change,

So be it.

You never know

He might even change back.

All for survival

Or escape.

In the end,

Still so important?