清明节

樊功生

湿透

上下酸冷

雨 濛濛发白

空荡的岸边

连每天晨跑的

都没来

只剩下无眠的人

念叨着旧事

在晨曦里 

徘徊... 

Ching Ming

By Ken Fan 

Soaking wet, 

Feeling sore and cold. 

The rain, 

Misty white. 

On an empty shoreline, 

Even those running regulars

Don't bother to show up. 

What's remained 

Are those sleepless, 

Obsessed with the past, 

Who are wandering still

In the dawn.