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文/Ken

峡谷北岸

淡淡的一条线

黄昏时越发模糊

那个亮点

微弱得可怜

慢慢向下蠕动

时隐时现... 

这次要横穿

总是说到做到

必定是他了

-- 孤独吗？

-- 有灯 

-- 害怕吗？

-- 有光 

灯光仍在下行

越来越弱

一转眼

被什么挡住

看不见了...

相信吧

明早

他会爬上南岸的

只要光不消失...

Light

By Ken Fan 

North edge of the Canyon,

A dimmish line,

Becomes even more vague at dusk.

That tiny light, 

So feeble, 

Gingerly descending,

On and off.... 

Determined to cross this time, 

Always make it happen,

Thus must be him. 

-- lonely there? 

-- I got lantern. 

-- afraid?

-- got light.

The light keeps descending,

Weaker and weaker.

Suddenly

Might be obstructed,

Vanishes...

Trust me,

At dawn,

He'll climb up to this side,

So long there's the light...