我乘車經過西大直街

My bus heads down Xidazhi Street.

在陰影的巨大廢墟上升起

Beyond a huge ruin of shadows

二十世紀的月亮

climbs the twentieth-century moon,

蒼白得像夢遊者的臉

pale as the face of a sleepwalker.

輕輕叩擊

At a fingerflick

會發出瓷器般的聲響

it would ting like porcelain.

使我想到生命如此脆弱

How fragile our life.

一個人靜靜躺在車輪下

How much death the moon has witnessed.

月亮目擊過無數次死亡

Even now, in the wheels’ path,

someone quietly reclines.