只有这样的树木才会枝繁叶茂：它们知道持续地利用在光明之前又继光明之后的、多节的夜。断断续续的果实是它们的语言,果实的破碎宣传了它的存在价值。它们是嫁接刀口和标记的乱伦子弟,把重新聚首的盆花的花圈悬在石井栏上。风的疯狂使它们脱光了衣衫,在它们对面飞舞着的,是一根黑夜 Only such trees flourish: they know the continuous use of the multi-nocturnal night after the light before the light. The intermittent fruit is their language, the fruit of the broken propaganda its existence value. They are the incestuous children who grafted the knives and the markings, hanging the regal wreaths of flowers on the stone columns. The madness of the wind took them off of their clothes, and it was a dark night that flew across them