早春

以為已經死去

化成灰燼的

可是重新燃燒

在自己手掌心枯萎的

卻可以徹夜盛開又凋落

灑滿一地的花辦

生命的幽谷

悲的海

回憶的森林

都不是我想要待的地方

從那個無止盡的眠中甦醒

空氣還冰涼

呼吸的時候還會心痛

但是一定會有春天

下次來的一定是春天

i thought i was dead

all that's left were ashes

but i burn again

those which languished in my palm

bloomed and withered overnight

petals scattered around 

the valley of life

ocean of sadness

woods of memories

these are not where i would like to stay

i just woke up from that endless sleep

it's still cold to breathe

i still feel pain to breathe

but it must be spring now

the one i was waiting for must be a spring