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A Certain Morn

  By Lian Huang
(黄楝 原诗 黄楝 英译)

Nightmare visited me last night

So with a different mood
Go watch the glow of the morn
At dawn
Chirping of birds hawk dreariness
From hidden places from the eastwestsouthnorthmmiddle
'd better keep on making voices of hubbub
To exempt my heartfelt cares from being unclothed
This is a morn of brilliant sunshine
I    step forward fondling the breeze
And I feel the firmament this hAt
Is of such a great size and light weight
These lights these colors these sounds
Are these lights these colors these sounds
But I'm myself
If dreams have wings at this time
they will immortalize themselves
into cactuses the indifference
bearing slight humor in the deserts
At this time I might as well
Run and try to catch up something
Without the intension of pursuing anything
It's also a sort of joy (wow, joy)
The high-rising buildings around
Follow me to run
Loudspeakers not in sight
Sound of music is therefore distorted
Seen everywhere are those heads
    --these grotesque handiwork
Like the knights of the Middle Ages
They ride on bi-footed horses and saunterterter
Down with my eyes, please
It's true that
I shouldn't make a mistake
To wake up in this morn
After the madness of last night
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