我的生活正在离去我的身体丢了向上的木梯我的拖鞋在床底聆听一场皮影戏我走路躺下抬头呼吸在一首诗里缅怀远去的往事人走了但你的声音仍在一首诗就是一面照壁那些回声遥远而清晰你时时听到体内的河水在回应某些时刻水面升上来一支哀歌就慢慢展开房间空荡书籍独自凉六 My life is leaving my body Lost up the wooden ladder My slippers in the bed to listen to a shadow play I walk  lay down  rise  breathe in a poem memories of the past  people gone But you The sound is still a poem is a photo wall that echo far and clear you hear the body of the river from time to time in response to some time the water rises to a lament slowly expand the room empty books alone cool six