高雄煉油廠  

在身旁的污染的泥土裡靜靜地開放的綠芽
是肢解的陳年的器具的污漬裡還願的傷疤
我沒有思想
是一個方案
我不是主張
只是存在

在忽然間甦醒的帝國的南境裡默默地運轉
是戰火的背後裡必然的競爭的生產的一環
我沒有思想
我只是看
我不是主張
只是存在

看政權的流轉我依然在生產
是經濟的奇蹟的背後的軀幹
給你的財富
沒有背叛
給你的傷疤
永不離散

在成群的抗爭的人們中看見了自己的不安
在價值在改變的世界裡八十年默默的收攤
我沒有主張
我只是運轉
我沒有立場
你沒有答案

總像是個巨人總輕易地不小心輾過了週遭
總像是個骯髒的鬼魂在你不願看見的死角
是你的夢想
是他的夢靨
我沒有想法
只是遺憾

Green sprouts bud quietly in the polluted mud.
The stains of disassembled old machinery atoning for the scars.
I don’t think.
I’m just a proposal.
I’m not an idea.
I just am.

In the southern lands of a newly awakened empire, I quietly operate.
An important aspect of the competitive production that is necessary during times of war.
I don’t think.
I just watch.
I’m not an idea.
I just am.

As regimes rise and fall I continue to operate.
I am the backbone of the economic miracle.
The wealth I provide
Do not betray
The scars I give
Do not dissipate

Among the crowds of protestors I see my own uneasiness.
In a world of changing values, I quietly close down.
I don’t have ideas.
I just operate.
I don’t have a position
You don’t have an answer.

Like a giant I always accidentally crush those around.
Like a dirty ghost hiding in the corners you don’t want to see.
It is your dream.
Their nightmare.
I don’t think.
I just regret.