Empty Bench/空凳

My world had been here

On the bench

 Crouching liked a fetus

Reticent in mundane serenity

Before the stormy clouds loomed

Then she left 

In a hush of all ineffable words

She left to unleash the time

that maneuvered the hull of life

and went astray

Got desperately lost 

Entangled in the chaos of unseen consternation

Something not palpable

Intangible like smell

When days and nights turned hollow

Unspeakably hollow

As my world had long left the bench

For the emptiness

She regurgitated a pool of fragile warmth

A dim blip of survival

For me to hang on

Trudging through the unchartered winter snow

Everyone's world had been here

But she had long left

On the empty bench

Piling up the stories of

hope, despair, and destiny

我的世界来过这里

在木凳上沉思

在平庸的谧静里

卷曲如卵巢里的胎儿

当狰狞的黑云

还未汹涌升起之前

她却离开了

悄寂的在纷杂得无法

描摹的碎语中离开

把掌舵生命去向的

时间放逐

然后自我迷惘

迷失及严重歧途

在无法视见而恐惶

的慌乱中纠缠

那些无法触摸

无法确认如莫名的气味

当日夜被掏空

弃留彻底的空洞

我的世界已经早已离开

在空荡荡的木凳上

她反芻一团脆弱的暖意

一闪生存冥暗的光点

让我摸索中走下去

走过这一场从未体验过的

冬雪

每个人的世界都来过这里

只是她已经离开多日

在这空荡荡的木凳上

不断重叠砌筑没有结局的

关于希望，沮丧和命运的

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