悲伤书
樊功生
不愿打开电视
也不想推开门窗
生怕扑面而来的
只有悲伤
何须再写悲恸的诗篇
悲恸就在眼前
不用寻找
不用夸张
悲伤成了平凡
是时代的最大悲剧
好落泪的人
编导最喜爱
真真假假的故事
发自内心的泣涕
最能让人敞胸解囊
什么时候 悲伤
也成了个顺手的工具？
欢喜的闹剧也算了吧
清高的不会庸俗
庸俗的不懂含蓄
含蓄的又不善于高调
写着 写着
浅薄的笑料用完了
笔又沉重起来
直到坠入了新的深渊
总想跳出这个困扰
却总又跌了回去
人世就是个讽刺的循环
悲伤书
就不用写了吧
The Book of Sorrow
By Ken Fan
No need to turn on the TV,
No need to open doors and windows.
Simply afraid of what would rush in,
Just sadness.
Why bother to write again those tragic verses?
Tragedy is right in front of us.
No need to search,
No need to exaggerate.
The sadness becomes routine,
It's the most tragic of all.
Those who easily shed their tears,
Are the best customers of film makers.
Those truthful or not so truthful story lines,
With sincere weeps,
Are the best way to get funding.
When did it all begin
When sorrow became a convenient trick?
Those cheerful comedies are so anticlimactic too.
The proud doesn't want to be corrupted,
The corrupted doesn't want to be reserved.
The reserved, on the other hand, isn't capable of advocating.
As such,
Superficial comics are being exhausted,
The pen gets heavy again,
Until it drops into a new abyss.
Always attempt to jump out of the agony,
Only to fall back down.
The life is such a cycle of irony.
The book of sadness,
Is there still any need?
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