圣诞之前

寒冬的诗月

氛围来自远方

彩光装缀的雪橇

面孔却是牵强的微笑

有人信仰耶稣

可耶稣信仰什么

我却无从知晓

我感恩生活

但无法感谢生活附赠的喧闹

城市的夜总是充斥着冰点

最后的温暖

在小女孩渐熄的火柴中燃灭

我读不懂安徒生的悲伤

那是中世纪黯淡的过往

这个时代没有黯淡

却在光与影中愈发枯黄

贪婪的噬咬与邪恶的侵占

交织成残缺不全的黄昏

是永夜初始的哀嚎

所谓的善

挣扎在地平线上

那丝发着光的良知

却很少人知道

Poem moon in winter

Atmosphere from afar

Sleigh decorated with color

Face is a far fetched smile

Some believe in Jesus

But what does Jesus believe in

I don't know

I'm grateful for life

But I can't thank life for the noise

The night in the city is always full of freezing spots

Last warmth

In the little girl's dying match

I can't understand Andersen's sadness

It's a dark medieval past

There is no gloom in this era

But in the light and shadow, it's getting yellow

Greedy bite and evil encroachment

Interweaved into an incomplete dusk

It's the initial wail of the night

So called goodness

Struggling on the horizon

That shining conscience

But few people know

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