他们已经惯了
墙是第三条腿
第二维度的依托
于是摸索，是定律契入尘世
是磨盘的绝对理性，无欲而刚
是天体隆隆运行，日复一日
把时光磨成了齑粉，一份份口粮
然而林中月光
目炫玫瑰的黑豹，踩着花瓣的步法
然而河面上的雨点
谁的乐谱，流向一架多弦琴
喑哑的弹拨
"Helplessness"
They've grown used
To the wall being a third leg,
A support in second dimension.
Thus, fumbling being a law,
carved into mundane,
Like the millstone's absolute rationality,
Desirelessly unyielding,
Like celestial bodies rumbling along their trajectories,
Grinding time into fine powder,
Day after day,
Into portioned rations.
Yet, the moonlight in the forrest --
A black panther , with roses dazzling in its eyes,
Walks with the grace of fallen petals.
Yet, the raindrops on the river --
Whose music score is this，
flowing to silent plucking
On the strings of a harp？
