還是不夠

無限的宇宙壓入水點

還不夠，還有乞丐

也不祈求的馬槽

還有小孩的摔倒和感冒

這還不夠，從異地到異地

厚厚的難民日記

還有汗水擔起的生計

木灰忙碌的獨白，都還不夠

你教導我們多陪人走一里路

但你為我們何止走了一生

唾沫、枷鎖和毒打，仍然不夠

你還親自作了羊皮古卷

任由長鞭書寫啟示，卻還不夠

荊棘冠的王座也深入頭上

統統依然不夠

最後是一式兩份贖身契約

每邊蓋上你掌心的印章

而我們啊，除了白白的簽上

即使再做什麼

也還是不夠

It’s not enough

What the universe be in a droplet

Nor it’s enough for what beggars

Even not desire, the manger

Nor the tumble and cold of a kid

Nor a thick refugee diary

From one foreign land to another

Nor the living shouldered by the sweat

Nor the monologue of flying wood ashes

You taught us to accompany people an extra mile

But walked for us not just the whole life

Spit, chains and lashes, still not enough

Even to be a scroll personally

letting whiplashs to draw on you revelation

Even the crown of thorns rooted deep into your brain

Anyhow not enough

Finally, a redemption contract with its duplicated copy

Got sealed from each of your wounded hands

And for us, other than sign it for nothing

Even more hard works

will yet not be enough