诗】杨炼：致香港人

你们是星，我们是夜；
你们点燃，我们熄灭；
你们是汉，我们是奸；
你们泪热，我们心死；
你们赴死，我们偷生；
你们走上街头，我们缩进沙发；
你们为明天而流血，我们为今天而苟活；
你们珍视爱的宝贵，我们死守命的价钱；
你们三十年前还没出生，我们三十年后已经腐烂。

Yang Lian: To the People of Hong Kong

You are the stars, we are the night;
You ignite, we extinguish;
You are Han, we are traitors;
You are tears, we are dead with apathy;
You are heading towards death, we are dragging out an ignoble existence;
You take to the streets; we shrink into our sofas;
You bleed for tomorrow; we live in degradation for today;
You cherish the preciousness of love, we cling obstinately to the price of life;
You were not born thirty years ago, we have rotted after thirty years.