For many years

My family said that

I was a man out of doors

I used to be away from home far and

I know what a door means to one;

He who has knocked at others'

getting no answer,

Knows what different the sweet and

bitter are;

A door is a sign of happiness

These days

I always knock at yours

Every time the door is opened

I stare and stare at you

And figure that you are

To me

As warmth is to a wandere coming

back from far

多少年了

家裡人說我是個出門人

我曾經是個慣於遠出門人

我知道門對於人的意義;

誰曾敲過人家的門得不到回應

便知道苦跟甜是怎樣的兩般味兒

門昤幸福的標誌

這些日子

我常常敲你的門呢

每一次

門開了,我望你

我想呀

你之於我

如溫暖之於遠方歸來的遊子