消失的声音

樊功生

傍晚的闹市

越发嘈杂

却渐行渐远... 

隔着大玻璃

仿佛是场无聊的电影

一串串凌乱的蒙太奇

在空间里浮动... 

满街的机械人

在广告灯下互相折射

眼 一睁一闭

嘴 一张一合

听 等于没听

看 等于不看

都无关了

似曾见过的片段

虽是怪谬

却老在重复... 

虚实 混淆了

时空 穿越了

灵魂 在离开躯体

成一缕青烟

无味无情

也是一种活法... 

Vanishing voices

By Ken Fan

Bustling city center after sunset,

Boisterous than ever,

Yet is drifting away... 

Through the giant glass, 

Seems like a boring movie,

With nonstop montages in the air... 

Streets are full of humanoids, 

Reflecting under the neon lights. 

Eyes, open and close;

Mouths, utter and shut. 

Hear, yet not listening, 

Look, yet not seeing. 

All irrelevant... 

Seemingly familiar episodes, 

While odd and bizarre, 

Resurface again and again... 

Virtual or real, confused;

Time and space, trespassed. 

The soul,

Is leaving it's vehicle, 

Evaporating into light smoke, 

With no taste or smell. 

Maybe just another way of living...