岁月，却是把刀
The Years, Are a Knife
枯旱的裂痕
The dried and withered cracks
纵横在一个老人
Run hither and thither on the face
脸上
Of an old man
犹见蠕蠕活动
It is still wriggling
辘辘轮声
It is still rumbling
你要年轻
You want to remain young
也年轻不来
But you cannot
岂非打破镜子
Can the face be made up
就能更换一副面具
By breaking the mirror
错手
Mistake of the hands
刻意的殴伤
Intentional beating
已不成诗话
Is no more poetic talks
岁月
The years
却是把刀
Are a knife
左纵右横
Hither and thither
有序有章
Gradually and orderly
雕削再雕削
It is cutting and carving
