春

春

现在只是三月：

野葱爬上山坡

杂草占领每个后院

樱桃花沿路炸裂焰火

雨在夜里出没

我以为只有梦能听见它跑过屋顶

而现在你的胸口却回荡着它的脚步

而我的胸口肿胀发痛

好像有什么要破土而出

没人能逃脱

春天的暴力

Spring

It is just March

Wild green onions crawling on the hill

Weeds invading into every yard

Along the road, cherry trees setting off fireworks.

Rain sneaks around during night

I thought only dreams could hear her running through the roof

But now your chest is echoing her footsteps

While my chest swells with pain

As if something is going to sprout and grow.

No one can survive

The violence of spring.