星夜旋轉(zhuǎn)，他蘸取鈷藍(lán)

把疼痛涂在沉默的教堂尖

向日葵在胸口灼成金黃

一只耳聽見世界的荒唐

色彩爆裂，像烏鴉飛過麥浪

他把自己釘進(jìn)燃燒的框

畫布外，我們拾起碎光

替他完成未簽名的遠(yuǎn)方

Autumn leaves, like faded letters,

drift across the old café;

your laughter lingers in the steam

of a cooling cappuccino.

I trace your name in condensation,

watch the dusk erase it slow—

each golden ghost that spins away

carries a syllable of goodbye.

The boulevard smells of rain and woodsmoke,

guitars repeating the same minor chord;

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