Every leaf that falls
never stops falling.I once
thought that leaves were leaves.
Now I think they are feeling，
in search of a place ——
someone's hair, a park bench,a
finger.Isn't that
like us, going from place to
place, looking to be alive?
（Victoria Chang）
漂泊
每一片掉落的树叶
不停地飘荡。我曾想
树叶就是这样子啊
现在，我感觉它们是在
寻找一个地方——
某个人的头发，一把公园的长椅，一根
手指。这是不是
很像四处奔波
为了生存的我们？
（Victoria Chang，xmj 译）
by Zhiyong Jing.
