(祝各位尊敬的讀者聖誕快樂, 新年進步! )
Melancholy, our eyes have gotten wet,
Tomorrow night people will get fed
by our meat, whether tender or tough,
we have become the holiday's hot stuff!
Barbecued, grilled, on stir-fried, on the table,
we can't get away from being miserable.
At the peaceful, holy and silent night,
We're unable to pull ourselves together to fight.
we can only wish that in our next lives,
we could escape from being cut by knives.
If we don't become people who are rich,
At least the fastest running bird--the ostrich!
鬱悶,我們的眼睛濕潤了,
明天晚上我們將會成為人們的腹中美食。
不管我們的肉是嫩滑或是韌硬,
我們都會成為搶手的東東!
或燒,或烤,或炒, 將被擺上餐桌,
我們逃避不了命運的悲慘。
在這個寧靜的,神聖的平安夜,
我們振作不起做最後的反抗。
哦!我們只能希望在來生
能逃過菜刀之災。
如果不能成為有錢人,
至少要成為跑得最快的傢伙--鴕鳥!
作者:小貝殼 Dec. 23, 2016