A brand new patient

A person made of a special material

You don't know if it's a dragon or a flea

Born on a sunny day

Seems to have a high fever

Born under the sun at eight or nine in the morning

After coughing, the face is full of redness

Born baptized by blood and fire

夜半时常惊醒于噩梦

真是全新的病人

Truly a new art

The ridiculous poet is not serious

The serious writer is not sincere

When strangers see him, they exclaim,

"Wow, a new patient!"

目光坚定

The eyes are powerful

No cataracts,

Nor glaucoma

不敢抬头看一眼星星

Except for the stars?

Why is the color tone so dull?

Why is the human heart so polished?

Why is it always above everything else?

He is not a monster, just a patient

A special patient

The person is dead

Buried in a jar

The next year, lilacs grew from the ground

The rain in April and May is sad and anxious

Death cannot cure the epidemic

Coughing echoes on earth

A patient is buried here

He fell ill,

He was correct,

He died,

He won,

And he won again

But when strangers see him

They can only shake their heads and say:

"Me?"

我手指柔软，害怕触碰到滚烫的心灵

我双眼迷离，望不见远处的天际线

"Am I sick?"

"I am sick!"

I have fallen ill completely.

Even my trachea no longer hides it from me.

I started coughing.

In sync with him.

Comfortably.

Coughing one after another.

Comfortably.

Even my lungs feel like they are going to be coughed up.

Am I sick?

I'm afraid I'm not sick so thoroughly

When strangers see me,

Will they pityingly sigh:

"Another brand new patient."