我是自己的囚徒，我說：
生命不是如天鵝絨般輕柔的春天，
或一個人很少得到的撫愛，
生命不是一種離去的決心
或支撐脊背的雙臂。
生命是俘虜我們的小小圓，
這無形的環，我們從沒有跨越，
生命是經過我們身邊的幸福，
是我們無力去邁的數千步。
生命是蔑視自己
一動不動地躺在井下
知道外麵陽光閃耀
金色的鳥掠過天空
光陰似箭。
生命是揮手告別，回家，入睡……
生命對於自己是個他人
生命對於每個外人是一個嶄新的麵具。
生命是某一個人所不在乎的幸福
刨開許多罕見的時刻，
生命就是接受自己的軟弱和缺乏勇氣。
Life
I，my own prisoner，say so：
Life is not the springtime clad in light green velvet，
Or a cares that one seldom receives，
Life is not a resolve to go
Or two white arms that hold one back.
Life is the narrow ring that holds us captive，
The invisible circle we never cross，
Life is nearby happiness that passes us by，
And the thousand steps we cannot bring ourselves to take.
Life is to despise oneself
And to lie motionless on the bottom of a well
And to know that the sun is shining up there
And golden birds are flying through the air
And the days swift as arrows are shooting by.
Life is to wave a short farewell and go home and sleep…
Life is to be a foreigner to oneself
And a new mask for every other person who comes.
Life is to be careless with one's own happiness
And to push away the unique moment，
Life is to think oneself weak and not to dare.