Listening | 听
How many grains of time come and go.
Listen to the raindrops striking its gold.
The seen and the unseen are listening.
Once again I remember that damp childhood, dancing in the rain, its arms scattered with sounds steeped in earth.
来来去去多少粒 时间
听雨点击打它的 金黄
那些可见的和不可见的 都在聆听
我复又想起 潮湿的童年，它在 雨水里舞蹈 臂膀洒满 沁着泥土的 音
