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It was raining

the rain fell on the rooftops, rain-canopies, clusters of trees

they were colliding with each other, careful and fragmentary

before they merged in one body with the earth

what poured into the ears

was density, sharpness
here, though, another kind of ‘quietness’ got in by stealth

so much so that the power to absorb each other’s breathings was obtained

or perhaps because it was a pair of black eyes in the front

not the cutting edges widely open everywhere

the midnight that had struggled out of the zero degrees

suddenly turned into a deep valley


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下雨了

雨水坠在屋顶、雨蓬、树丛

它们碰撞，谨慎而细碎

最终与地面合体

灌入耳的

是密集、尖锐
这里却在潜入另一种“静”

甚至连彼此呼吸的力气都被收纳了

或许因为眼前一对黑眼睛

而不是外面开遍的锋芒

这零度里挣脱出来的夜半

突然变得深谷