房

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他们的肩膀

怎么总是在下坠？

他们的眼里

怎么总是带着委屈？

他们说

一直在忍受... 

英雄在阿根廷

名牌是法兰西

硅谷的虚拟空间里

游荡着儿女们

就连那个归宿

也在遥远的古天竺... 

曾经有爱 

纯真

有过信仰 

崇高

他 和她

也曾可依赖信任 ... 

如今

只剩下房子了

房子把他们分成几等：

一套房的人

两套房的人

几套房的人

......

或 无房

鄙视 嫉妒 

和猜忌

伴随他们度过

一天 又一天...

House

By Ken Fan

Why do their shoulders 

Always languish so low;

Why do their eyes are 

Always filled with sorrow. 

They say, 

They've simply endured and suffered ...

Their hero is in Argentina;

Their brand names are French. 

In a virtual space,

Roam about their kids. 

Even that eventual refuge, 

Is situated in remote Indus Valley...

There was love, 

Very pure;

There was faith, 

So noble. 

He, and she

Used to cherish a mutual bonding. 

Now, only the house is left. 

Housing divides the mankind:

One house,

Two houses,

Multiple houses.

...... 

Or none.

Distain, or jealousy,

Or suspicion,

Are stuck with them,

Day after another...