Voices from thousands of miles away
Went frosting on the road
A stranger handed me a piece of transparent smile
In any case
I should be taking my leave
From this battlefield of worn masks
Alongside the wrecks of the night
Maybe it was pale light reversing
As a heavy snow came asunder I seemed to hear
Over the airport loudspeaker
That to love was a bad omen
('97)（可以參看：〈北方〉）
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