拿著一個燙熱的熨斗

他不停地熨著

要把皺褶熨平

皺褶何其多

一個個湧過來

一個個被熨平

卻又一個個湧過來……

他不停地熨著

熨得汗流浹背

熨得筋疲力盡

皺褶仍然不停地

一個個湧過來……

皺褶，衣服的皺褶

皺褶，額頭的皺褶

皺褶，人世的皺褶……

Ironing　Hsu ChiCheng

With a flatiron in hand

He is ironing continuously

He wants to iron all the folds

So many folds

Appearing one after another

And being ironed one after another

Then they appear one another…

He keeps ironing

Streaming with sweat

Tired out

Yet the folds keep appearing

One after another…

Folds, the folds on the clothes

Folds, the folds on his forehead

Folds, the folds of life……

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