1/29/2022 My throat, a smoky rock; My body, a drying land; Will my dream dehydrate too like a withered tree in this thirsty winter night? Watering, watering, watering… But it's still a desert under the blazing sun. Has Omicron been here? A bell rings. A vulture hovers high until dawn. My humidifier was off the whole night… -Katherine Liu | 2022年1月29日 瘟疫时期的一个冬夜
我的咽喉, 是冒烟的岩石; 我的身躯, 是快干涸的土地; 我的梦, 也会失水吗? 犹如一株枯树 在这干渴的冬夜。
喝水, 喝水, 喝水…… 但这里仍是 烈日下的戈壁。
是奥米克绒来过吗? 钟声响起, 一只秃鹰高高盘旋 直至黎明。 我的加湿器关闭了 整整一夜…… |
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