窄裙的边缘
一阵风声和潮声之后
苍松兀然展现于眼前
每个日落都激起一团圣火
燃亮你紧闭的双目
莎士比亚从此长眠不起
水光潋滟，照不尽旖旎
便睡到洞庭湖西子湖也枯竭
这是你永恒的归宿
这是你永恒的归宿
嘴里就嚼满了记忆
那个油腻腻的午夜
你在我的唇上绘半截彩虹
The Hem of a Tight Skirt
Sounds of the tide and wind
ripple through the air
until green pines
suddenly flicker into vision.
Every sunset sparks a ball of sacred flames
that lights up your clenched eyes; from then on
falls into an eternal deep slumber.
When you lie down at the hem
of the tight-tight black skirt and
the light dancing on the water
cannot mirror so much splendour,
you sleep on till Dongting and Xizi Lake run dry—
this is where you belong, always.
The next time we gaze into each other’s eyes,
we will chew on a mouthful of memories
from that greasy-greasy midnight
when you painted half a rainbow on my lips.