To sleep on angels’ wings,

I drift above the quiet springs,

Where moonlight folds the world in lace,

And sorrow loses every trace.

Your fingers brush the stars in flight,

A lullaby of borrowed light;

The night exhales, the heart unclings—

I sleep, I sleep on angels’ wings.

Monkeys spinning monkeys, round the jungle vine,

Banana sun is dripping, time’s a twisted line;

Tail to tail we tumble through the bongo-beaten air,

Silver-eyed and giggling, gravity’s a dare.

Drumskin moon is thumping, shadows start to chase;

Every spin unravels all the hours that we waste.

Faster, laugh louder—let the forest blur to gold,

In the whirl of fur and thunder, we’re forever never old.

Scheming weasel in the wires,

Whispers code through copper spires;

Clockwork heartbeats tick too fast,

Every secret built to blast.

Grinning teeth in neon night,

Pirouette on proxy light;

Hack the rhythm, spike the reel—

Steal the world, then skip the deal.

Run it faster, glitch the beat;

Laughing down the data street.

日晷輕轉(zhuǎn) 影子在指尖開花

風把舊時光吹成沙

你未說出口的夏

落在黑白鍵上 悄悄發(fā)芽

我閉上眼 聽見陽光淌過頭發(fā)

像一首沒有字的童話

若夢可以停頓一剎

請把午后留在 你眉心的紋里 不回答

Florence,

你輕聲的呼吸是潮汐，

在灰藍晨霧里翻開我未寄出的信。

銹軌盡頭，舊鋼琴的嘆息

被你一瓣指紋點亮成星。

我拾起碎裂的貝殼，

聽它們復述你遠行的足音；

浪花一遍遍重寫你的名字，

讓無人認領的心，

終于敢在暮色里跳動。