宇宙总是沉默不语。在每个扎实亦或松散的现在每个梦与现实融化的无数交界甘甜，苦辣，旋即酸败的意识洪流里人们热闹地拓荒开垦慢慢变得少言少语在最趋近于温顺的同时于热闹中离开在这同时我们说话。发出声音摆弄扭曲肢体舌头「纪录。」我们说每一瞬间都是历史，无穷地纪录直到灰飞烟灭我知道的，燃烧与燬尽。那样子的事实。描述的同时正在被描述所有前后沾染色彩同一群影响着同一群面对同一位沉默的母亲我们是一伙的宇宙是一伙的深刻地了解到不可能离开后，写一些信致那些被捏造的我们熟读后被燃烧或保存或被鉴定、维护、束之高阁也成就一然后继续沉默不语，如宇宙。Speechless always is cosmos.In every present firm or looseAt countless intersections between dreams and realityWithin the aggregation of consciousness, sweet, bitter, then rottenPeople cultivate boisterouslyTheir words are fewer graduallyIn learning docilityThey leave when the joy beginsSimultaneously we talk, with voiceTwisting our bodies and showing off our tongues“Let’s record,” said weEvery moment is history, infinitelyRecord until annihilationWhich is, I understand, burningAnd the burnt. That kind ofTruthDescribing while describedFront and rear painted with coloursOne flock impacts on the same flockBefore the one and only speechless MotherWe’re on the same teamCosmos is on the same teamAfter comprehending the impossibility of leavingI’ve written some lettersTo us who are made upWe may burn or preserve them after readOr authenticate, or refurbish, or hideAn accomplishment anywayThen speechless continuallyAs cosmos.