八角街

沿着一个方向
我们像所有行进着的人们那样走着
我记得：
在瞬间我们曾忘记过时间
忘记过语言，忘记过声音
因为在这样的时候，我向神祈示
我只看见了石头和铜
其余什么也没看见

The Octagonal Street

Along one side
we walked as all who walked
I still remember
That moment we forget time
forgot language, forgot sound
because at such a moment
I prayed for an enlightenment:
I see nothing but stones and copper