To the Soul of 9 11
 





汪洋的大海正在唱著他悲壯的哀歌,





The mighty Ocean is sobbing its sad laments,





穹窿無際的天空已經哭紅了他的臉面,





The boundless abyss of the sky is red with weeping,





遙遠的西方,太陽沉沒了,





Far, far away the Sun has sunk in the West,





悲哀的死！  一個無辜火燄的死.





Tragic death！  A death is in a blaze of innocence.





空間是遼闊的,





How vast is space,





時間是漫長的,





How infinite is time,





當翻開記憶的日記簿,





When I flip open memory’s diary,





字跡已經模糊不清了.





The words seem almost rubbed off,





你在另個國度待了八年了,





You stayed in another country eight years,





悲哀啊﹗ 少了一個寫詩的人,





So sad﹗ Missing was the man who wrote poems,





只留下火燄後的一張照片.





Just leaving a photography spared from the flames.