第五封

天亮了，但又有何关系

反正日光总是带来浓雾

黎明前的一段恍惚

我见到了日后的你韶华已逝

日后的我发秃眼垂

晨雾如飘雪，覆盖了我额上的皱纹

骄阳如烈焰，焚枯了你秀发的乌黑

你我心中最后一点余热完全凋零

友子…

请原谅我这身无用的躯体

What a Shirt Reminds Me

This morning when I wanted to iron my shirt before going to work, I find my shirt quite straight that it almost no needs to be ironed. I am pretty sure of this because it is our family culture that everyone irons their own clothes.

This made me recall that I had ironed it the last time I wear it. After that, it had gone through the washing machine and then dried under the sun. This process will wrinkle the shirt a little.

What if I did not iron the shirt the last time? It will not be as straight as now and I will not wear it out to meet people. But now it is different. If I am in a rush, I can just put it on and go. I got this advantage because I have ironed it the last time I wore it.

This might be a boring finding but it does reminds me that what we do in the past results in the present and what we do now will determine our future.

第四封

十二月的海总是带著愤怒

我承受著耻辱和悔恨的臭味

陪同不安静地晃荡

不明白我到底是归乡

还是离乡！

傍晚，已经进入了日本海

白天我头痛欲裂

可恨的浓雾

阻挡了我一整个白天的视线

而现在的星光真美

记得你才是中学一年级小女生时

就胆敢以天狗食月的农村传说

来挑战我月蚀的天文理论吗？

再说一件不怕你挑战的理论

你知道我们现在所看到的星光

是自几亿光年远的星球上

所发射过来的吗？

哇，几亿光年发射出来的光

我们现在才看到

几亿光年的台湾岛和日本岛

又是什麼样子呢？

山还是山，海还是海

却不见了人

我想再多看几眼星空

在这什麼都善变的人世间里

我想看一下永恒

遇见了要往台湾避冬的乌鱼群

我把对你的相思寄放在其中的一只

希望你的渔人父亲可以捕获

友子，尽管他的气味辛酸

你也一定要尝一口

你会明白…

我不是抛弃你，我是舍不得你

我在众人熟睡的甲板上反覆低喃

我不是抛弃你，我是舍不得你

Progress

After a few rounds, I started to wonder why everyone gives the same respond. This started to bore me up.

At first I accepted older people saying that this is life, it is meant to be like this.

But then I realize that the respond people gave is based upon the action I projected.

I, actually, can change my action if I want a different respond. The name for this process is called ‘progress’.

I begin to believe that everything in life has a cause. It won’t just happen for no reason and no, it is not life. It is more like we choose to let it happen because we are afraid of progress, while hiding our cowardness behind the reason “destiny”.