You know, everything is not over yet.
The birds are recharging in their nests.
The sound of the sky
pierces through human ears
and then stings at ants.
Secrets still breed gently and
powerfully in the dark night.
Some frozen words jump into the fireplace——
not to seek destruction.
The cold rain at 2 a.m. beats against America,
and by then you had already left.
A ghost, two clowns
will dance on the ceiling until
the sky turns grey-white.
The distress signal I sent
will reach you in the next century:
This is a heavy tank’s way
of saying hi.
Chinese version of “Sluggish”