声音与言词成为颤抖过的铜,埋进时间深处。有一种考验叫做赞美,看它在明天或千年之后能否被沉默锈蚀成为软绵绵的铁,且有两片不再讲话的嘴唇。当然不必悲哀。欲望常常是可以转换的,如同窗外的雪,有人诅咒它的洁白,便化成黑色的泥泞,笑眯着眼睛给苍天看。懂得哑剧艺术的人,会拍出响亮的掌声,那里便包含了你在台上想说的所有话语。 Voice and words become shivering copper, buried deep in time. There is a test called praise to see whether it can be silently rusted into iron, tomorrow or a thousand years later, with two lips that no longer speak. Of course not sad. Desire often can be converted, as snow outside the window, some people curse it’s white, then turned into a black muddy, smiling squinting to Heaven. People who know the art of pantomime make loud applause, where it contains all the words that you want to say on stage.