Now the roads that lead to you are stuck with signs

so any sense of exploration has totally vanished

Luckily, the memories have been hoarded up,

perhaps they’re locked in a desk.

Hurrying steps, unlike faces, can’t be forgotten.

Some preferred to call the walk around you

‘exercise’ – this was just to keep in line with

the idea of education. Your surface once mirrored

too many faces, but didn’t retain anyone special.

So when your tale is told, people think

that’s not an account, it’s an accident.


Translated by  W.N.Herbert and Zhou Zan