宇宙总是沉默不语。 在每个扎实亦或松散的现在每个梦与现实融化的无数交界甘甜，苦辣，旋即酸败的意识洪流里 人们热闹地拓荒开垦慢慢变得少言少语在最趋近于温顺的同时于热闹中离开 在这同时我们说话。发出声音摆弄扭曲肢体舌头「纪录。」我们说每一瞬间都是历史，无穷地纪录直到灰飞烟灭我知道的，燃烧与燬尽。那样子的事实。 描述的同时正在被描述所有前后沾染色彩同一群影响着同一群面对同一位沉默的母亲我们是一伙的宇宙是一伙的 深刻地了解到不可能离开后，写一些信致那些被捏造的我们熟读后被燃烧或保存或被鉴定、维护、束之高阁也成就一 然后继续沉默不语，如宇宙。 Speechless always is cosmos. In every present firm or loose At countless intersections between dreams and reality Within the aggregation of consciousness, sweet, bitter, then rotten People cultivate boisterously Their words are fewer gradually In learning docility They leave when the joy begins Simultaneously we talk, with voice Twisting our bodies and showing off our tongues “Let’s record,” said we Every moment is history, infinitely Record until annihilation Which is, I understand, burning And the burnt. That kind of Truth Describing while described Front and rear painted with colours One flock impacts on the same flock Before the one and only speechless Mother We’re on the same team Cosmos is on the same team After comprehending the impossibility of leaving I’ve written some letters To us who are made up We may burn or preserve them after read Or authenticate, or refurbish, or hide An accomplishment anyway Then speechless continually As cosmos.