夜游

                                                                                  

    突然想起

  故乡的台风季

  那股挺胸迈步的豪气

  所以在死了的街上

    把油门猛踩到底

    把热昏的头伸入车外的台风半径

  当一朵鲜红的花绽开心头

    灿然

    如暗角里骤亮起的警灯

NIGHT CRUISE

suddenly recalls

hometown's typhoon season

the bold delight in greeting the gale 

so he steps on his gas pedal

and sticks his hot head out

of the car

into the radius of the typhoon

in the dead street 

a red flower blooms brilliantly in his heart

as the police light flares up

from a dark corner