午后的烟头很疲倦，
烟缸饱了，
嗝出刺鼻的气味。
有女孩抽象情节，
没有果子的树，长得尚好，
没有意义的烟抽出意义。
饥渴让呼吸感到困难，
怜悯被青烟纠缠，
眼睛发直。
一堵墙，
终于在偏见中看穿，
里面什么都没有。
吐圆的烟圈遭风袭击，
我说这没有意思，
而你，面壁背不出台词。
IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE
The cigarette end of afternoon is tired
The ashtray is fed
It hiccups，smells bad
A girl fabricates abstract
A tree grows good when it bears no fruit
A senseless cigarette will sense when it's smoked
Thirst makes breathing difficult
Mercy is coiled by blue smoke
Eyes with vacant expressions
A wall，finally
Is seen through by prejudice
It contains nothing
Wind breaks a smoke ring
I need to tell you this does not make sense
Facing the wall，you forget your actor's lines