這是我的選擇
老邁的登山人領著
說也奇怪
手一牽
就過一面峭壁
我偶爾後悔
應該有個年輕夥伴相隨
才恍然領悟
墬落的都是青春
粉身碎骨
後來我鬆一口氣
往聖地堅定大膽的去
嚇了自己一跳虔誠
但是惡魔沒有距離
眼睛褻瀆的燒起
還是不離不棄
可靈魂單獨飛起
沒有登山人
沒有聖地


This is my choice.
An old mountaineer led me.
Strangely,
With a pull,
We went over a precipice.
At times I regretted
There being not a young partner.
Suddenly I saw
All the youth fell.
Broken bodies and shattered bones.
Then I drew back my breath.
Bravely traveling over to Byzantium.
Never so pious I had been.
Though the devil co-existed in mind,
Eyes burned blasphemously
Old mountaineer companied me silently.

My souls flied up alone.
There was no mountaineer,
No Byzantium.