圣洛朗的眼泪(16)

Wandering around, I"m in all directions,
Passing over a thousand hundred fields,
A mirage pushes out the submerged ancient city of Pompeii.
I am blown by the wind, washed out by the shower,
I fall on the earth from the crevice of clouds.
Under the dome all mankind are covered with hypocritical lust,
Their selfish desires and greediness expand and become conquest
I am playing a keyboard instrument and singing,
The song spews out characters,
Fonts fly into people"s hearts like birds,
The river is as if a pregnant woman,
A woman is pregnant and ready to feed,
A house is made of words, and words become wind, and due to words, the splashed ink became a rive.
Drawing tiger does not make a dog, a dog-liked head, is engraved on an animal bone,
My head is my antennae against the haven,
The rock paintings in the cave are branded with ox-heads and horse-faces.
My savage roaring, uttering a series of soft crosstalk,
In the crosstalk, there is an expression of love,