year of fate

translated by PLS

“would the sound remain in the tape?”

ya qiu, waterfowls swooping up and down in your diary,

wavering inquietude, wavering

the parking apron where dews starting to settle. is it the right path？

many things tend to rush to assert, the fruits on the tree

ill with rain, secretly cracked open by sunlight.

i wonder, i have been trying to conquer the days and nights, so many

jelly beans re-poured into the pocket, no less than a disappointing

assault

ya qiu, the potted plants you once fed, are spewing

insomniac mammoth. space regressed to imaginary numbers, are all rainforests

barbaric?

the conveyer belt accelerating, steadfast carriage crunching the full moon

but the teeth haven’t got the permission. for a while,

there are red fire hydrants arrayed in the aisle

i couldn’t carry myself, or be as happy as before.

ya qiu, all these zigzags have rendered you and i…but the sound,

can it really stay here?

5. Year of fate - 杰