無題日課(三月二十五日)untitiled diary (25th March)

失戀的絮語那麼庸常
連痛也一樣
這個城市太小了
小到遇不見自己
一片片碎片是半透明的心神
在處處舊地的玻璃染上藍
地圖躲不過迷失
踏上遠行的火車 以為可以歸家
都在失去 無論以何種方式
手心裡面的房間住著的那個人 離開了
 2017年3月25日
Lovelorn fragments of words are mundane
So is the pain
This city is too small
Too small to encounter myself
Pieces of tatters are the diaphanous mind and soul
In every old place stain the glasses blue
Map cannot escape getting lost
Step onto a train bound for afar, thinking that it would bring me home
All is losing lost   in whatever way
The person lived in the room inside my palm   has left
25th March 2017
(translated by myself)