For my Fifty-eighth

生日感言

不是逐漸變老
是逐漸被忘記
好像退潮的海灘
沒有人留意
老人空洞的凝視
尋找一方溫煦的陰影
用來暖身的回憶。

直到有一天
也漸漸把自己忘記
忘記曾經活過，愛過
似乎也被愛過
忘記被忘記
那時大概也不會在乎
最後的離去。

For my fifty-eighth

He is not gradually growing old.
Just gradually being forgotten,
Like an empty beach with waves withdrawn,
Footprints all erased
And broken shells echoing no remembrance
Of things past.
A tattered old man he is,
A shadow left on the vacant scène,
Staring into blank space, seeking
A warm and dark shade
To shelter himself from recollection.

Until that day when
He will gradually forget himself:
That he once lived, loved,
Seemingly was loved,
And he will forget being forgotten;
By then he will not mind, perhaps,
Bidding final farewell to all memories.