Even nothingness won’t end.

虛無也結束不了……

Winds surge on

到時候，這世界還會有

overhead. If love’s extinguished,

高過人類頭頂的風，還會有

something burns still.

比愛情更晚熄滅的火，還會有

Beyond freedom

比自由還要自由的……“沒有”

nothing is more free.

虛無是一隻殼

Nothing is the husk

更是殼裏的空空

of emptiness.

嶄新的苔蘚又綠成一片

New moss extends its green.

那些唱出的歌已經入雲

Syllables of songs pierce clouds.

那些做詩的人正拿起筷子

Poets raise their chopsticks.

虛無也結束不了……

Even nothingness won’t end.

那戳破窗紙的人只瞥了

With a glance, someone perforates a paper window,

一眼，後半生已經變了

changing his whole life.

活不下去？還得活下去

Can’t keep living? In the space

虛——無，這中間有一條縫

between nothing and ness

you must.

虛無能結束那當然好……

你也就沒機會再寫什麼

If nothingness ends, fine,

高矮胖瘦，都過去了

no chance to write anything.

我們也會過去的！拐彎處

Tall, fat, short, skinny, it all concludes

虛無翻了翻我的襯衣角

as we will! At this streetcorner

nothingness flips my shirt-tail.