我的心像一条狗

我抱着它 在雪夜里走

雪花太重

动物呜咽

从大理石中诞生

还是 还原为石头

新鲜、滴着露水的梦

是唯一的枕藉

黑色的荆棘路

洁白的脚

可爱的血

Surviving

My heart is a dog.

I hold it tight, ploding on a snowy night.

Snowflakes are too heavy.

The animal whimpers.

To be born from a Carrara

Or to turn back into one?

Fresh dreams, dew-dripping,

Are the only things to pillow upon.

Dark, thorny road,

Pale feet,

Lovely blood.

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