It is another weekly border Town fair.
People gather from nearby villages to the town center to sell papaya water, jewelry, baskets, wildflowers, and herbs. There is only one road in this border town, one way in and out. The truck honks and fills the air with dust and pebbles. A flock of passengers is getting on and off the bus with sack bags, then disappear into the crowd. The clouds are growing, and a thunderstorm’s coming.
lyrics
她说 看
远方的云彩
摊开诗 默读着
观察着 叹息着
我的手 化作风 握成沙
爱不爱 这沧山 与“海”
我的疤 抚作泥 泪成雨
任涟漪 编织 蓑衣
穹顶之下
泉眼 流出了云彩
-Translation-
She said
Look at the cloud
Opening up its poetry, reading
Observing, sighing
My hands are wind, quicksands
dark green mountains, oceans adrift
My scars painted dirt
Their ripples knit my wooden cape
Under the doom
Clouds flow from the mouth of a spring
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