最后的幾天里，我的指節全部彎曲，

看不見手掌的手在暗處咯咯作響。

我不再使用我的手，不能握筆，

不能像正常的人一樣揮手做再見，

上清寺生病的早晨，白癜風潰瘍成災，

我的拳頭，找不到去處。

滄白路下水道是細菌傳染的一個通道，

蟲子堂而皇之穿越臨江門。

西裝革履的蝙蝠壓了城，黑了，

有一抹白怎么也擦洗不掉。

這是個不下雪的城市，

白無處躲藏，不管在臉上還是襠下。

一年的最后幾天都要作點總結，

我的總結是彎曲的指節，等待伸直。

THE FINAL DAYS OF 1998

In the final days my fingers are all crooked

An invisible hand cracks in the dark

I cannot use my hand，cannot hold a pen

Cannot wave goodbye like a normal person

The morning when I get sick at Upper Clear Temple

Vitiligo grows into a disaster

My fist cannot find a place to hit

The sewer at Cangbai Road is a channel to spread bacteria

Arrogant worms crawl through Linjiang Gate

Bats in suits press over the city，blocking the light

And a patch of white cannot be washed off

This is a city that never snows

White has nowhere to hide，on the face or under the crotch

A summary should be made in the final days of the year

My summary is：crooked fingers wait for becoming straight