Article ID: 19*
有时候，玻璃独角兽会碎
但是祂的本质还在
那只角撞碎在地上，
破碎支离，折射着烛光——
在血肉模糊的身体上
闪耀着无畏的寂静
分崩离析，那沉醉中的时间
一口气吹过——。
蜡烛灭了，而碎渣仍闪耀着
空气虚掩着烟雾和废墟
唤醒那种沉溺，
又浇上些许棉花
有时候，玻璃独角兽会碎；
但是祂的本质还在。
Perhaps sometimes the glass unicorn shatters;
Yet, its essence remain unscathed.
Its horn crashes to the ground,
Sparkles and shatters, lucidly refracting candlelight—
Glistening in silence, fearless
Upon a blurred yet blank canvas of flesh,
Fragmented in disarray, time loses itself in these poignant reflections.
A breath wizzes by—.
The candle extinguishes, yet shattered remnants still glimmer,
The air veils a blend of smoke and ruins,
Reviving that is submerged,
Quietly veiled with a cascade of cotton.
Perhaps sometimes, the glass unicorn shatters;
Yet, its essence remain unscathed.