Because of the break,
It started to swing.
But, it’s not so far,
just between two cities:
The city belonging to the ocean and the city belonging to the city.
In the city of the city,
there is a lighthouse,
which illuminates far away
And there is a woman
Who lives next to the lighthouse
She, couldn’t find her own shadow.
She, always late
And she walks,
her feet, without a shadow, are always burnt,
On the road.
In the city,
People wear shoes
And drift
Circling and circling
The woman also bought shoes.
She wears the shoes,
She follows the light.
Is there an ocean at the end of the light?
She imaged.
Every evening,
She went back to her house, next to the lighthouse.
She always thought: does she have to throw away the shoes?
But she won’t do that.
Every light is a circle,
Everyone drifts along the circle,
But in the circle….
It is empty.
No one remembers
Who, cut the shadow
All the memory is full of light.
The woman,
had a dream
In the dream, scissors are her shadow.
When she woke up,
Didn’t wear her shoes
She watched the mirror,
And she found the scissors
She used the scissors to cut the mirror to pieces
When the fragments fell on the floor,
Darkness came,
Came like the spiral shape.
She started the tinnitus.
And it was drumming in her ears.
And d-r-u-m-m-i-n-g.
When the sound became louder and louder,
And she drowned in the sound
Suddenly, she heard the sound of the ocean,
The sound in the ocean,
Came from a really deep dark
The sea scour,
And go to the hole
And she said,
Lightly,
The city belonging to the ocean is the origin of the city belonging to the city, and it is also its shadow.
All the darkness heard it,
The world silence.
Liang-pei Yen
