挖掘你阴影下的土地 你的乳房旁冒出一片水 把自己像一块石头一样 淹没在里面 My brow like a lost banner I drag you after me when I am alone In cold streets In dark rooms Howling my wretchedness.
I refuse to let them go Your bright and complicated hands Born in the cupped mirror of my own
All that remains is perfect All that remains is even more useless than life.
Dig in the earth beneath your shadow A stretch of water by your breasts In which to drown oneself Like a stone.
