The Journey Beyond

盛夏未已，译一首寒冷的诗，《遥远的路程》

The Journey Beyond

- Fourteen lines dedicated to the snow at the beginning of 1989

by Haizi

Thick dust amasses on my lamp and wine jar

Yet the journey beyond remains spotlessly clean

Here I stand in the heavy snow of January 7, the same man as four years ago

Here I stand, filthy and dusty. Four years passed, like one single day. Nothing changed

Snow adds to the darkness inside the room. Tomorrow, if a sunny day

Snow under the sun will bring pain to the eyes. This is the snowfield shaming a man

And those lonely, dark eyes. How desperately they crave for the snow to break into him

The trees on the snowfield are all dark. As dark as the birds in the sky

At that moment you would be delighted, saddened, deranged

Today, only for me the snow falls, to reflect my filthiness

I am but an empty shovel

A shovel so empty that carries not a single grain of dust

Snow keeps falling

Just like in the Land Beyond - It is the name of the ground I stand upon