Just like a rolling stone

夜游小景

Red flames hugged and kissed me tightly,

I was wornout ,but I was still singing a high song,

I sang for person whose name I didn't know.

Hi, Miss pride, let me play a song for you.

Anidea zoomed

I planed to go westwards.

Using ideas as my map,

Don't compare anything whether it is worthy or not.

Don't think the profit's gain or lost .

I'll violate education of the government.

I'll go westwards.

I want to see beautiful sceneny on the road.

I want to compare each place of weeds.

I want to find virtue of people.

I want to witness the dark in the world.

I want to yell, l'm talking with god!

I kept going westwards.

I walked through New York and westwards until San Francisco.

I saw a widow praying with her hungry son.

I saw a black man who was wearing worn clothes dying in the gutter.

I saw a woman who was covered with wrinkles begging in the street.

I heard yell in the ward.

It was so sad and painful.

The man riding a motorcycle and the woman hugging a cat were playing diamonds on their body and their zippers were made of gold.

Theatre was full of people, they listened to violinist's boring music.

The teenagers talked about a very vivid story about appointment.

Gentlemen pretended to talk about soccer and dance meeting seriously.

When unfair and vice become vital in society.

Hi, girl!Have you heard Rubin Carter's story?

No? It's such a pity. you should listen.

Witness changed his testimony，

Hurricane Carter withdrew from history,

He got success by wrestling with other athletes.

Dylan wagged his head, but Carter wouldn’t weep.

God would not yawn because of a person's common, and he never wipe tears for anyone.

It's best not to show up on the streets of America if you are a black man, Dylan said.

After all, the truth is weaker than public voice.

The New York Weekly wrote the man as the virus.

When profit and crime become a visa to society,

everyone is afraid of being hurt by others.

I saw a man wipe tears for his enemies,

And I saw abandoned warehouses in the woods filled with worn and dusty guns

In vases made of bombs，a beautiful flower grew up.

I bring this hope to the catcher in the rye.

I volunteered to pull back every child who ran into the rye，

I tried to find the ray,

but darkness filled my eyes .

so many people were afraid of the "videophone",

they buried themselves,

they waxed their beautiful bodies,

who is worthy of my belief, I doubted.

So, Miss Pride, how do you feel now?

when you are in danger, the man who used to surround you asked for money wondering if he should volunteer the truth.

when volunteer become a giver,

Are you laughing at Napoleon who failed on the stage?

Like a complete unknown ，like a rolling stone.

one more cup of coffee for me,

Miss Pride. I'll go to the valley blow.

（在此声明灵感来自鲍勃迪伦《like a rolling stone》，《my back page》和《hurricane》，感谢我的老师的审阅与批改，中文翻译日后整理发表。）