於是她不再歌唱

Dedicated to the year 2022
Dedicated to the poet Bei Dao

On such a night
Life that struggles until late at night
Begins to wither
In places unseen
Utters faint sighs
On such a night
Who has blindfolded her eyes
With nowhere to send
Words that cannot be considered letters
Shatter completely in the rain

Thus
She uses silence as her armor
Thus
She no longer sings
Thus
She uses silence as her baggage
Thus
She no longer sings

(Perhaps the final moment has arrived)
(I have left no will)
(Only a pen, for my mother)
(I am not a hero)
(In an era without heroes)
(I just want to be a person)

On such a night
Walls full of poetry and books are burned to ashes
The classical phrases
Or emotions of love and hate
This fire is invisible yet powerful
On such a night
Truth and falsehood, black and white, are indistinguishable
Forgetting oneself
Abandoning the right to question
Seems to be the only way to survive
Thus
She uses silence as her armor
Thus
She no longer sings
Thus
She uses silence as her baggage
Thus
She no longer sings
Thus
She uses silence as her armor
Thus
She no longer sings
Thus
She uses silence as her baggage
Thus
She no longer sings

(The tranquil horizon)
(Separates the ranks of the living and the dead)
(I can only choose the sky)
(Never kneel on the ground)
(To highlight the executioners' stature)
(To block the wind of freedom)
(From the bullet holes of the stars)
(Will flow a blood-red dawn)