Fan Jinghua: Follow the Bits of Bread (IV) In the City

Follow the Bis of Bread 尾随一路面包屑

Part IV: In the City 第四章：在城中

Walking with you, in the blind gut in the city
I can still see the gold grains of the setting sun

和你走在城市的盲肠里
我也看见日薄西山的黄金

Everyday, we decide who should miss whom
By the game of “scissors, paper and rock”
每天，我们以包剪锤决定
今天应该谁想谁

They get rich and are getting richer
One by one, like the domesticated majority
At the end of the season
But I, two hands in back pockets of my pants, do not know
What I should hold on to my soul

他们一个一个都发了
像季节末尾的
驯服的大多数
我，双手插在裤袋中
不知道要坚持什么

A friend, newly rich but not noble enough yet, throws an extravagant banquet
That is like children on the sea-saw and he is heavy
You are in the game anyway, whether you bounce or you refuse to

富而不贵的友人豪气宴请
犹如上了跷跷板，而他很重
你配合是玩乐，不配合是另一种玩乐

On the dwarf wall between the supermarket and the parking lot
Sits a blank-faced old man
Facing the barrier-free link
Where an occasional wheelchair
Strenuously crawls up and nervously slides down

超市与停车场之间的走道矮墙上
一个不显表情的老头
面对残疾人通道
偶尔会看到轮椅
吃力地爬上，紧张地滑下

The homeless one on the bench
Intones
As if chewing on the words at the same time
He has an unhurried rhythm of his own
As people hustle by

长椅上的那个流浪汉
哼唱着
不急不慢，似乎细细咀嚼着歌词
而人们都匆匆而过