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