從早寫到晚，只一行，

另一行從生寫到了死，沒有意外和沖突，

平淡如我桌上的玻璃杯里，

還沒張開的茶葉。以針的形態出現，

生硬地站立在我的對面。

你不明白，而我知道這其中的意味。

時間不堪一擊。看得見我的時候，

我在詩歌的分行里，很短。

看不見我，茶杯也看不見水了，

茶葉橫七豎八地仰躺。

一層覆蓋一層，直至杯口，

我是最底下的一葉，一個句子。

我在那里很“詩意”，以后，

任何忽略和關懷，都可以獨自應對。

YOU COULD SEE THIS POEM

Just one line，from morning till night

Just one line，from birth to death

No mishaps or skirmishes

Ordinary as the tea leaves

Still tightly holding themselves

In the glass cup on my table

They appear in front of me like needles standing

You won't understand this

But I know what they mean to me

Time cannot take even the slightest blow

If I am visible，I am in these crawling lines

and it's short

If I am not visible

Water in the teacup is also gone

Tea leaves pile up，disorderly

Layering till they reach the cup's opening

I am a leaf，a sentence lying at the bottom

Where I have found poetry

Come，negligence or solicitude

Meet my solitude