生活是一床被子

生活是一床被子
把我包裹
我在被子底下
只想睡覺

如果你不想動
你可以找一個合適的皺褶
睡眠溫暖而黑暗

被子蓋在身上
或輕或沉
被子的重量
只有我自己知道

早上起床的時候
我的原形從夢的軀殼裡爬出
我的身體還留在床上

被子的凹陷處
記憶還在
已經消失的體積
只剩溫度

那個凹陷
好像一個擁抱
已經在我的私人空間
留下了記號
好像白天黑夜的夢
在我的腦子裡
按下了一個指紋

沒有被子的晚上
不可想象

(英文版： Life Is a Comforter)

Life is a comforter
covers me all over
under the comforter
I am ready to fall asleep

If you don't want to move
you can find a suitable corner
your dream will be dark and warm

The comforter is on top of me
fluffy or heavy
the weight of the comforter
only I know

Every morning I get up
from the shell of my dream, out comes my prototype
my body is still in bed, intact its shape

In the hollow under the comforter
memory lingers
where the vanished volume was
temperature remains

That hollow
is like a hug
left a mark
in my private space
like my dreams night and day
pressed a fingerprint
on my brain

A night without the comforter
is unimaginable