这些旋律会飞向天边更高处吗？
以面具做一个更寒酸的
伪装，拂去
他人生阅历的灰烬，
磨钝棱角，
召集他所创造的物种。
我们的工作，最黑暗的部分，
正饮此江水
圆明园路
愚昧的是那个
不相信洪流的人。
Will these songs fly even higher?
From a mask they’ll make an even poorer
artifice, reducing the
ashes of their life experience,
dulling his horns,
assembling the created species.
Our work, the darkest,
drinking from the same ocean
圆明园路
Foolish is he who
believes not in deluges.
Juan Arabia 