西风颂这肆虐的闪电总是从西部开始。七月,或是五月。黄昏,或是清晨。天空瞬间露出的伤口会照亮世纪的虚弱,拆穿被生活定义过的谎言。这边缘之境的崩裂总是以颠覆性的战旗蛊惑世界的重心。这向西的钟声。广场,或是早市。石器,或是弹片。——蒙面的怪兽和裸露的异族。变形的空气。暗物质。来不及喊出声的小草。落荒的、无处可逃的末日。这些凭空而起的苦难啊,总是以人间最绝望的方式呈现。 Westerly Chung This raging flash of lightning always starts in the west. July, or May. Twilight, or early morning. Wounds exposed in the sky will illuminate the weakness of the century and dispel the lies defined by life. The brink of this fringe always invokes the world’s center of gravity with a subversive banner of war. This west bell. Square, or morning market. Stone, or shrapnel. - Masked monsters and bare aliens. Deformed air. Dark matter. Time to shout the grass. Lost, nowhere to run the end. These glittering sufferings are always presented in the most desperate way in the world.