This article is translated from the Chinese original.
They root themselves
In corners narrower than the gaps between teeth
In places close to the heart
Behind my back
Even if I turn around suddenly
I still cannot see them
From where
Did I inherit them
From which of my failures
Did they come
Late at night
They bloom everywhere around me
Their ugly leaves
Have already covered many parts of me
And through secret paths
They spread
Across all my life and dreams
Perhaps I should use a knife
Against these stems and leaves
But how could I ever
Dig down to the root