羽，輕輕掠過帶血的春秋 / Feathery Lightness o'er Blood-Stained Seasons

 

羽，輕輕掠過帶血的春秋 配詩：何佳霖	Feathery Lightness o’er Blood-Stained Seasons
有一種輕， 穿花而過 像夢高於緯度，不驚擾世人 有一種輕， 根植於生命卻斷離生命 那是以輕為名的重 像筆觸，把帶血的春秋 輕輕掠過	There’s a Light Weight flitting through the flowers like a dream high o’er the latitudes, bothering no Man. There’s a Light Weight rooted in Life yet severed from it; that’s Weightiness by the name of Lightness. Yet like a brush’s touch, it skims o’er the blood-stained chain of seasons. (Tr. Allen Zhuang)
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