戀人的低語是永恆的
在藍夜的松尖 風吹 載著松針的枝椏彼此摩挲
聽見窸窸窣窣 呢喃  月亮滑行過樹尖時
悄悄地 永恆了
永恆是情景的回復
情景一幕幕凝結 凝結成神話 
情景跳動著 向你示現 又在剎那間消逝
但我們不會失去神話
情景將回復 再度地向我們示現
神話的內涵交織著綿密的情景
情景構成神話的象徵物件
神話竊竊私語著 總是聽不清楚他們的話語
一旦聽懂了神話的言語 便覺驚駭 那是 精 確 地 預 示
精確地預示不過是喋喋不休的老故事
情景不停地回復 而永恆墯入永劫
情景包含的象徵物件 似乎 流動地向前
現時常常發覺在過去的某一點已然發生
過去的情景在現時中重演 於是情景被拉回
情景 分解 拼湊 重疊 割裂 拼貼 分解 拼湊 重疊 割裂 分解 拼湊 重疊 割裂 拼貼成神話
情景不止地回復 以不同的面貌
戀人的齲語是永恆的
在花園裡碎裂的希臘花瓶破片 仍有著冰裂紋
預示著不能復合的裂痕
巫婆給公主的毒藥 總是用來試驗王子的忠貞
在土壤中 沉睡的種子 期待新的生命將是不同的
也許可以跳出永劫
然而生命的啟點 已在回歸的起點
梯子上上下下 彷彿有想去的地方
但是這些不同的地方 似乎沒有什麼不同
梯子上上下下 到了瓶子外面 到了水泥牆外
到了影子的居所
戀人的呢喃是永恆的巨人的腳板驀地踏進花園
沒有人可以阻止神對伊甸園無聊的干涉
旋轉的樓梯 旋向秘密的鎖匙
在樹洞被挖空
花朵微笑著 以奇異的色彩和姿態綻放
戀人的誓約是永恆的
一次又一次的誓言 藏在易碎透明的玻璃罐裡
透明無誤
無法開啟
蝸牛的身體因著玻璃罐的明晰穿透 卻沒有答案
蜂巢五邊形的格子 依次安放 隱藏著倫理的次序
和易於瓦解的構架
嬉戲的巢穴和映像躲藏 迷離的互換角色
戀人的謊言是永恆的
收藏的果實在夏季時被蠕動的蟲佔有
當牠們嘗試延續時 我顫抖地封存
蒼白的樹幹被海漂洗 幾乎蝕透纖維的心
飄流木悄悄的流進神話的核心
小枝椏模擬著樹林的形態 戰戰兢兢 深怕樹酯洩露了風聲
海沙流動著 掩飾著物體的不安
海沙流動著 透明地埋藏迷惑的骨骸
海沙流動著 想要離開的梯子被發現
戀人的交換是永恆的
沙發和電話 家家酒
廚房 麵條 藍色 紊亂
擠進水管與叉子捉迷藏
海玻璃跳躍著 沿著水管遊行
炫爛地流動 凝結 創造著瑰麗甜美的言語
如果玻璃的邊緣還沒有被海磨圓它們可能割傷你的喉嚨


戀人的低語是永恆的 永恆是情景的回復
戀人的齲語是永恆的 永恆是情景的回復
戀人的呢喃是永恆的 永恆是情景的回復
戀人的誓約是永恆的 永恆是情景的回復
戀人的謊言是永恆的 永恆是情景的回復
戀人的交換是永恆的 永恆是情景的回復

永恆凝結著情景 情景凝結著神話
情景的回復 是神話的回復
在神話的表象下 是真實無誤的謊言
表象是謊言 謊言是真實的
察覺神話的情景 穿透永劫的回歸

神諭將透明無誤
The whispers of lovers are eternal
In the dark blue night the tops of the pine trees are blown by the wind.
As the branches laden with pine needles rub together
There is a rustling whisper. When the moon passes by the tree tops
It does so in silence, forever
Eternal Nature
Scene after scene forms myths
Scenery reverberates, presents itself and is gone in a moment
But we do not lose myths
Such scenery returns to re-present itself to us
Myths are the interweaving of such scenery
Scenery is the symbol on which myths are constructed
Myths secretly whisper so quietly that they can never be heard clearly
As soon as we understands the language of myths we are astonished at the accuracy with which they foretell the future
But accurate predictions are nothing more than tiresome stories
Scenery/memories constantly return, descending into time in perpetuity
The symbolic elements in scenery seem to flow onwards
I often feel that certain things happening now already took place
Scenery from the past is being reenacted in the present and as a result memories are being drawn back
Scenery, decoding, putting together, overlapping, tearing apart, patching up, decoding, putting together, overlapping, tearing apart, decoding, putting together, overlapping, tearing apart
Put together as myths
Scenery constantly return in different guises
The quarrels of lovers are eternal
The broken pieces of the Greek vase in the garden retain the cracked ice pattern
A portent of fissures that cannot be healed
The poison given to the princes by the witch is always used to test the loyalty of the prince
The seeds long sleeping in the soil hope their new life will be different
Perhaps they can escape time in perpetuity
But the starting point of life is the beginning of death & return
Up and down the ladder like there is somewhere it wants to go
But these different places are all seem the same
Up and down the ladder to somewhere beyond a bottle, a concrete wall
To the place of shadows
The mutterings of lovers are eternal
The giant’s foot suddenly stamps into the garden
No one can stop God’s senseless interference with the Garden of Eden
The spiral stairs turn towards a secret key
In a hollowed out hole in a tree
Flowers smile bursting with strange colors and shapes
The promises of lovers are eternal
Promise after promise kept in a fragile transparent glass jar
Completely transparent
Impossible to open
The body of a snail is right there almost passing through the transparent glass, but there are no answers
The orderly pentagonal shapes of the bee hive contains an ethical order
And an easily collapsed structure
A playful nest and the hidden reflections, confusingly exchanging roles
The lies of lovers are eternal
Stored fruit is home to wriggling worms in summer
As they seek to extend their life, I nervously seal them away
The pale tree trunk is washed clean by the ocean, 
its fibrous heart all but eaten away
Driftwood silently makes its way to the core of the myth
The small branches imitate a forest, terrified that the resin will reveal the truth
The sand moves, covers up the unease of the objects
The sand moves, transparently buries the bones of confusion
The sand moves, and the ladder for leaving is discovered
The exchanges of lovers are eternal
Sofas and telephones, playing house
Kitchen, noodles, blue, mess
Mixed with water pipes and forks playing hide and seek with forks
Sea glass parades along the water pipe
Brilliantly flowing, coming together, creating its own beautiful sweet language
If the edges of the glass had not been smoothed out by the sea they could cut your throat

The whispers of lovers are eternal, eternal Nature
The quarrels of lovers are eternal, eternal Nature
The mutterings of lovers are eternal, eternal Nature
The promises of lovers are eternal, eternal Nature
The lies of lovers are eternal, eternal Nature
The exchanges of lovers are eternal, eternal Nature

Eternity brings together scenery, scenery comes together to form myths
The return of scenery is the return of myths
Beneath the surface of myths can be found real lies
The surface is lies, the lies are real
When you realize the truth of myths you can see the meaning of life

Providence becomes clear