白紙在午夜加倍索要

At midnight white paper demands

如同某個古老的靈魂

like some ancient soul.

燈的儀式更高！

The ritual lamp lifts higher.

我是如此害怕這一刻

How I fear this moment

與你面對

to face you

彷彿一位被你尋找多年的證人

as a witness you sought for years.

舉足輕重的言說將帶來轉機

Right words earn favor.

（誰又能說世界不會因此跌入虛無？）

(Who can say they won’t spill

天平要求對稱，也許

the world toward nothing?)

將把我從這光榮的席位上呵退

Scales seek balance,

and may drive me from this splendid seat.

尺度。光。盲夜。鑽頭……

那麼多無畏的觸點

Dimensions. The luminous. Blind night. Drill bit.

打通暗道，扳動巨石——

So many brave points split boulders,

黑暗顱腔的淤血

pierce the hidden path.

不小心打穿了海膽

Clotted blood of the unlit skull,

筆尖，突然沖出狹窄的火山

by chance the sea urchin speared,

the pen’s slender tip volcanic.

偉大的阻力從不辜負歡樂的源泉

白紙——黑字

Great resistance can’t stall joyous spring.

White paper, black strokes.

夜的結構禁不住發生了變化

而詞語的排浪仍在洶湧

Night’s shifting frame,

何等的大盜將占領

words rolling in like waves,

「破曉」——神聖的門檻

what thief would claim

daybreak’s sacred sill?