耳朵
房间里刺耳的吵闹声打破了大门的底线，
门快要承受不住了，
声音传进了我的耳朵，
我想关闭我的耳朵，
它不听我的话，
就像个小孩子一样，
小小的身躯，
非要听话，
耳朵是肉长的，
却像个花瓣，
撑开自己的身躯，
一生都在倾听，
人们的耳朵似乎总不太灵敏，
听不见空气的摩擦声，
听不清钢琴声音的跳动，
听不清风的心情，
耳朵只被迫听到了，
工厂里的机械声，
家人激烈的争吵......

Ears

The piercing noise in the room
breaks the door's bottom line.
The door can barely hold on.
The sound passes into my ears.
I want to close my ears,
but they won't listen to me—
like a little child,
a small body
that must obey.
Ears are made of flesh,
yet like flower petals,
they stretch themselves open,
listening for a lifetime.
People's ears seem never keen enough—
they cannot hear the air rubbing against itself,
cannot hear clearly the leap of piano notes,
cannot hear the wind's mood.
Ears are forced to hear only
the grinding of factory machines,
the fierce quarrels of family...