生活是一床被子

生活是一床被子
把我包裹
我在被子底下
只想睡觉

如果你不想动
你可以找一个合适的皱褶
睡眠温暖而黑暗

被子盖在身上
或轻或沉
被子的重量
只有我自己知道

早上起床的时候
我的原形从梦的躯壳里爬出
我的身体还留在床上

被子的凹陷处
记忆还在
已经消失的体积
只剩温度

那个凹陷
好像一个拥抱
已经在我的私人空间
留下了记号
好像白天黑夜的梦
在我的脑子里
按下了一个指纹

没有被子的晚上
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