I am a child,
Hurting — but no one loves.
Take a loaf sugar, soon melting in hand.
Stand by the wayside,
Looking at the crowd come and go.

I hope
A warm hand holds —
Tight and tight — to hold tight me.

Pulling me,
Cutting through the crowd,
Walking into a place
With only grass and fresh flowers.

Smile at me —
Right after.

I smiled,
But still stand in the wayside.

The loaf sugar in my hand
Makes the small hand dirty again,
Sticky again.

Those hands are gone forever.

I dropped the sugar cube,
Rushed into the crowd —
Alone.

Then
disappeared.

我是一个孩子
受伤但没有人心疼
手里拿着快要融化的糖块
站在路边，看着人群过往

我希望，被一个温暖的手紧紧抓住
拉着我穿过人群，走进一个只有小草和鲜花的地方
然后给我微笑

我笑了，可还站在路边
手中的糖块弄得小手又脏又粘

那双手不会出现了
我丢掉糖块，自己冲进人群
然后消失了