我不会被她的电话招去
纵然她说我爱你，
哪怕，
即使她赌咒
并发誓
除了爱只有爱。

灯光在房间里
均匀摊盖住
所有东西；
连我的手臂也投不出阴影，
连它也随光而逝。

但爱这个字——
这个字在逐渐变暗，变得
沉重而摇摆不定
并开始侵蚀
这一页纸
你听。

I will not go when she calls
even if she says i love you,
especially that,
even though she swears
and promises nothing
But love love.

The light in this room
covers every
thing equally;
my arm throws no shadow even,
it too is consumed with light.

But this word love—
this word grows dark,grows
heavy and shake itself
and begins to eat
through this paper.
Listen.