3. Take a walk finally - 杰
Take a Walk, Finallytranslated by PLSIs it the croaking of frogs? It sounds like the two faces of a betting chip, falling in a tremble. As magnificent scenes enter, all music comes to a halt at once. Love for the sake of love as hate for the sake of hate, colourful curtains unveiled by a multitude of spinning games, tossing a coin as a bullet pierces through rum lingering around water, the moment the gravitational centre deviates, is like the burying of a swaying shadow. Melodies are rose coloured too, hovering about the unfortified sky without a curtain of rain, lying supine on a floor of shadows. When coughing, blades also grow and coil on the cobweb, fate losing its shape like the evaporation of water, I am alert as a beast when stared at by myself. Every fit of pain brings overindulgence, arbitrarily pressed triggers. Tell me, that is supposed to mean nothing. Any wanderer who stands by the lake like a statue, is supposed to mean nothing. The daily gaze at the eight o’clock position and the lamps lit at eight o’clock, are supposed to mean nothing. The law is working, drunk for once doesn’t mean anything, things dissipating like fog never. Mean anything.The only password from the cadet jumps onto the unfolding curve of dance moves. Ripples from the asphalt pond sweep away painless disenchantment, rousing the fragrance of oblivion, decoding foreign languages at home, sunlight ascending at night is dissipating too, plunging into calm sleep.
