Liaodong Tianlai: The Gravestone of the Mobile Phone

小饮译


The joy of your birth quickly moves from plane to dimension
You quickly become used to receiving: care, love, and even
Obsession caused by excess attention. Held in hands and arms
You are decorated lovely; touched and kissed, you are
Wet with tears more than once. From the first conversation to endless chatters
And from the first photo to countless fleeting images, the process
You have to bear lasts so long. The world inside you is growing
As complicated as the universe after the Big Bang. Every day you cope with
Numbers, languages, and flowing pictures, and copy the unfinished tasks
Of yesterday, such as the undeleted garbage or non-stop
Operation and circulation. You have to endure finger-pointing, falling and pulling apart
To be used as a negative teaching aid; you have to endure the roasting of the inner fire
And the icy coldness after cooling. You have to hide all these
Behind the calm glass. You’re starting to get scratches, your parts
Slowly aging and your inner heart rusting. There being no space
For what is happening right now, your thinking obviously slows down and stutters
It is only the previously stored videos that still play fresh and smooth
You have to accept outdated fate and cold shoulder, the charger
Covered with dust. You slowly consume yourself in the corner until the whole world
Is unplugged. At the last moment before entering eternal nothingness
A faint thought must flash in your mind: this short life
Is nothing but to be grasped in god’s right hand and then left hand
To be thrown up and down, and to be fixed in the frame
Bit by bit, grinding yourself into a black and dumb gravestone

（中译英）


手机之碑

辽东天赖


你诞生所带来的欢愉，很快从平面抵达立体
你迅速习惯了接受：呵护、疼爱，甚至过度
关注所导致的沉迷。被握在手心，搂在怀里
被装饰成可爱样子；被抚摸亲吻，不止一次
被泪水打湿。从第一回对话到喋喋不休，从
第一帧照片，到无数稍纵即逝的影像，承受
的过程持续而漫长。你身体里的世界越来越
庞杂，像大爆炸之后的宇宙。每天都在处理
数字、语言、流动画面，今日无非拷贝昨日
做不完的任务，删不净的垃圾，停不下来的
运转和循环。你要去忍受戳点，摔打，拆解
用作反面教具；要忍受内心熊熊之火的煎烤
冷却之后的冰凉。还要把这些，隐藏在一块
平静的玻璃后面。你渐渐地有了划痕，零件
慢慢老化，内心似乎也生了锈。对眼前一切
已失去可容空间，思维有明显的迟缓和卡顿
唯有以前存储的视频，还播放得鲜活而流畅
你不得不领受，过时的命运和冷遇，充电器
蒙着灰。你在角落缓缓消耗，直到整个世界
都被拔掉插头。在进入永恒虚无的最后一刻
肯定会闪出一个微弱念头吧：这短暂的生涯
不过是从神的右手换到左手；不过是被高高
抛起又落到低处；不过是在那个固定框子中
一点一点把自己，磨成一块漆黑喑哑的墓碑

Liaodong Tianlai: The Gravestone of the Mobile Phone

小饮译


The joy of your birth quickly moves from plane to dimension
You quickly become used to receiving: care, love, and even
Obsession caused by excess attention. Held in hands and arms
You are decorated lovely; touched and kissed, you are
Wet with tears more than once. From the first conversation to endless chatters
And from the first photo to countless fleeting images, the process
You have to bear lasts so long. The world inside you is growing
As complicated as the universe after the Big Bang. Every day you cope with
Numbers, languages, and flowing pictures, and copy the unfinished tasks
Of yesterday, such as the undeleted garbage or non-stop
Operation and circulation. You have to endure finger-pointing, falling and pulling apart
To be used as a negative teaching aid; you have to endure the roasting of the inner fire
And the icy coldness after cooling. You have to hide all these
Behind the calm glass. You’re starting to get scratches, your parts
Slowly aging and your inner heart rusting. There being no space
For what is happening right now, your thinking obviously slows down and stutters
It is only the previously stored videos that still play fresh and smooth
You have to accept outdated fate and cold shoulder, the charger
Covered with dust. You slowly consume yourself in the corner until the whole world
Is unplugged. At the last moment before entering eternal nothingness
A faint thought must flash in your mind: this short life
Is nothing but to be grasped in god’s right hand and then left hand
To be thrown up and down, and to be fixed in the frame
Bit by bit, grinding yourself into a black and dumb gravestone

（中译英）


手机之碑

辽东天赖


你诞生所带来的欢愉，很快从平面抵达立体
你迅速习惯了接受：呵护、疼爱，甚至过度
关注所导致的沉迷。被握在手心，搂在怀里
被装饰成可爱样子；被抚摸亲吻，不止一次
被泪水打湿。从第一回对话到喋喋不休，从
第一帧照片，到无数稍纵即逝的影像，承受
的过程持续而漫长。你身体里的世界越来越
庞杂，像大爆炸之后的宇宙。每天都在处理
数字、语言、流动画面，今日无非拷贝昨日
做不完的任务，删不净的垃圾，停不下来的
运转和循环。你要去忍受戳点，摔打，拆解
用作反面教具；要忍受内心熊熊之火的煎烤
冷却之后的冰凉。还要把这些，隐藏在一块
平静的玻璃后面。你渐渐地有了划痕，零件
慢慢老化，内心似乎也生了锈。对眼前一切
已失去可容空间，思维有明显的迟缓和卡顿
唯有以前存储的视频，还播放得鲜活而流畅
你不得不领受，过时的命运和冷遇，充电器
蒙着灰。你在角落缓缓消耗，直到整个世界
都被拔掉插头。在进入永恒虚无的最后一刻
肯定会闪出一个微弱念头吧：这短暂的生涯
不过是从神的右手换到左手；不过是被高高
抛起又落到低处；不过是在那个固定框子中
一点一点把自己，磨成一块漆黑喑哑的墓碑