Translated by CHEN Kai & Micheal Stainton
   
   In commemoration of the Tiananmen Square Massacre June 4th 1989.Thousands were killed, hundreds forced into exile, many disappeared and many still on the blacklist.
   
   I thought

   Fleeing far from the pain of the wound
   Would wash me foreverWould wash away the stains of mourning
   
   Open scars of memory unwilling to heal
   Twisting always into new shapesUsing the string of memory in purity and honesty
   Plaiting many markers of pure white To decorate the garden path
   Death - once again there are party decorations.
   
   Behind me
   Suddenly opening a bloodstained balcony The murderer
   Politely invites the people to enter
   All those memories again rush in at once
   All those wounds repainted with fresh bright colours
   All the screams rehearsed again behind the scenery
   All the deaths once more reenacted in living life
   
   In ghastly flickering lightThe scenery swirls crazily around
   Yet in the flashing of an eye the stage is utterly unchanged
   After the rush of the crowd the plot keeps the same old text
   Only painOnly pain is always embodied anewSharp scalpels slicing all my supple softness
   
   Timidly testing its wings a laugh
   Catches in the downpour of my throat
   It doesn’t need to come out
   It has nowhere to go
   In the mist the white jasmine dies and blooms again Every attempt to set outRepeatedly releases the gathered drops of laughterBrokenhearted the wild geese never return
   We can only hope for another earthshaking collapse
   Chang-E and Nü-Wa lie buried without hope
   
   A few young dragonflies
   Boldly break open the Milky Way
   In the sky colours of hope appearPain and memory begin again to spread through the universal weeping
   In the cool breeze every branch spreads out its arms
   Sealed tombstones rise to holding their heads in lamentWeeping onto the cold shoulders
   Behind them, white roses carefully open
   
   The winds in June once again sweep over our faces
   Finally
   All the stars tenderly lean over The moon boldly marches outThere is a thrill of tearsBlinking eyes across the earth
   Await the suns honest rising
   When all the wounds will never reopen.
   
   
   June 4, 2010
（2011/08/26 发表）