Verge of Chasm

In the deep step-like chasm,

I looked above. Everything round stagnated,

nothing but raised silent. Speechless as past,

but full of something graceful rhetoric I can’t speak out. I pretended to being thinking.

Within those flied time, I escaped. Regardless surroundings,

for answering a shallow answer. There was a kind of

secreted metaphor of times’ earnest. Then a helpless voice was born,

in this chasm. Everything is all but gone.

I turn around, nothing but had been left me. ——翻译自@边缘泪滴