A stance about to form:

有一種姿勢眼看即將展開：

drop by drop the dew

露水點滴蒸發，太陽淹遲淪陷為了

burns off, the sun once more declines

反覆重來。背對那個方向

so it may rise.

鶴他預言地站立

A crane, oracular, faces west

或許將對我們宣告

as if in prophecy, its cold, alien gaze

有些啟示，一個物種界外彷彿

branched from countless chances.

陌生的異類先行者以同樣的

See in the wind that stark shape,

冷眼回望那偶發的次情節

first to last rare as our own.

暴亂的訴求──

Dawn glows through lifted wings,

認知這時風中

shaped yet shapeless. From the depth

和我一樣稀有的始終

of all losses, grief

是這種不可或忘的嶙峋之姿

is a piercing cry.

或掀動兩翼於朝暉裏作有形與無之舞

以一聲長唳發自我們失落的九皋深處