1它是舒缓的,是潮水退回河床的痕迹;是渐远的,是一粒种子对春天的回忆。在我的叙述中它是一个不确切的词,是事物无法把握的部分——夜晚来临,万籁俱寂它是最柔软的月色,是月色滋长的青苔它是一只窃听的耳朵,在我的低语中渴望接近、吸纳并拒绝作任何解释它是一种欲望的表达,一种幸福和忧伤的感觉——一种匆忙的拥有和放弃2“我常常在夜晚的大街漫步。”路灯的背面生活的阴影在拉长。不发一言的乞丐午夜的洒水车,跌落的玫瑰花瓣和 1 It is soothing and is a trace of the tidewater returning to the riverbed; it is farther away, a reminder of the spring of a seed. It is an inaccurate word in my narrative, something that can not be grasped - the night comes, the silence is the softest moonlight, the moonlight growing moss It’s an eavesdropping ear Desire to approach, absorb, and refuse to make any explanation in my whisper It is the expression of desire, a feeling of happiness and sorrow - a haste to own and to give up 2 “I often wander through the streets of the night.” " The shadow of life on the back of the street lights is stretched. No word of beggar midnight sprinkler, drop of rose petals and