Blue Melancholy of Hong Kong

Blue Melancholy of Hong Kong
By William He

A veil of purple vapour flows,
In fancy's misty gleam,
The sea spectral camp is seen.
The street light eyes are hollow,
Yet hook one's soul with a single glance.
A parlour of numb nerves ever.
The lattice pavilions rise and fall,
In the cloudy and tense air,
With the strange and mystic scroll.
The Central gigantic shapes and shadows swing.
Playing on a cracked saxophone,
A scotch waters the sorrow down.
Fluttering secret dreams on the sonata wings.
A ribbon of hard sound reverberates,
Despair tugs on spiritual strings.

Ferris Wheel's heart beats vibrantly.
Time slipping as if the world never stops.
Walking through the city of gray sponges,
The preserved butterflies torn.
With many historic tattoos and engravings,
The vigils are musing the obscure,
On the psyche and skin body.
Some having lost their way,
With forlorn and reluctant wheeze.
The heart is weary or alone,
Unforgettable thorns hanging from their memory,
Breathing forth a strain of sadness now.
Borne along by wind and tide,
Sometimes leaving them scarred then.
As if some puppets-player,
Twitching the threads with sardonic tone,
Marionettes try to move and jump.

六丑 香港的蓝色忧郁
作者：何威廉

又回风断续，
忽照眼、
流痕明灭。
影灯一串，
身长斜巷惙。
抖闪沮屈。
暗格裙千褶，
编蓬盘亘，
会梦三珠叶。
中环秘纬维湾惚。
爵士消磨，
兰坊回斡。
牵绵奏鸣云月。
且声流海曲，
碎忆拼接。

摩天轮阔。
奈虚空载列。
贯越霓虹雨，
翻紫蝶。
魂伤旧唱遗碣。
怎离分音顿，
纠缪情结。
时乖悖、
乌惊城堞。
清怨抱、
夜半高楼对语，
或伸还慑。
西游远、
青鸟呜咽。
竟泛漂、
欲断红丝线，
心难抑捺。