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The elevator runs up and down.
More and more people come for a ride.
The elevator-operating girl is drowned
amidst tall men and women.
I couldn't hear her sigh.
This closet is filled with dejected air.
How many seasons have you spent in here?
Maybe this is where bad weathers are sheltered,
but you are also
forgotten in this corner.
Her youth wears off,
as the chains rush up and down.
No flying birds in sight.
No blue sky.
No telling apart
day or night.
No stars.
No sunlight.
The elevator is now empty.
My legs are swollen, resigned.
How I wish I owned a chair
to rest a little, if you don’t mind.
The fluorescence paints my hair violet.
It’s pretty, the other girls said.
But I rather put on that
pretty dress --
it was right before me
but I just stood there. It fled.
Walls washed
and bleached shiny clean
to reflect
the looks of strangers.
Look like they might
like the songs I like.
Look like they might
fight the sorrow I fight.
Walls washed
and bleached shiny clean
to reflect
the looks of strangers.
Look like they might
like the songs I like.
Look like they might
fight the sorrow I fight.
The elevator runs up and down.
THE ELEVATOR GIRL by YU DUAN
video THOMAS LEE x producer HANYAN YUEN
HALF THE SKY PUBLIC EDUCATION x MIGRANT WORKERS' HOME