Song of the Clock
(Shortlisted for The Flushing Poetry Festive in the U.S. in 2019)
By Jing Yu
Translated by Frank Zhao
You and I used to resemble
A clock’s second hand
Gear biting gear
With skipping strides
Breathlessly
Running after the minute hand
We also used to resemble
A clock’s minute hand
Excited to go so fast
But so fatigued by its burden
It left its soul behind
In the end
We will be like the hour hand
Sharing a place
On a natal chart
Watching everyone race against time
As it charges toward them
But
In the hands of destiny
Mechanically
It comes to a stop
Except for the tick tock sound
I forget what else
We’ll be able to revisit
时钟之歌
文/静语
你我
曾像秒针
齿轮咬合着齿轮
三步并作两步
喘息地
向着分针狂奔
我们
也曾像分针
在高速中亢奋
也在负荷的疲惫里
甩下了灵魂
最后
我们会像时针
在同一个
人生命盘里
看大家争分夺秒地
冲向你
却在
命运之手中
机械地
停摆
除了嘀嗒声
忘了还有什么
可以重温
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