时至晚秋，邻居开始怀疑

Deep autumn, my neighbor starts to wonder

我该怎样活下去。我渴望死。

how am I going to live. I want to die.

生活已难以维系：没有来电。

Life has depleted its sustenance. No telephone.

没有你的消息。我听贝多芬，

No texts from you. I listen to Beethoven,

学着继续度日的门道，尽管当下

learning how to go on even if I’m betrayed

已弃我而去。再过两小时，

by the present. In two hours

雨就要降临。街道将空无一人。

it’s going to rain. The streets will be completely bare.

这世界，畸零如担架。

The world grotesque like a stretcher.

鄙陋的未来，空洞早被预先透露。

Future full of meanness, vatic with voids.

贝多芬晚年的奏鸣曲与

Late sonatas of Beethoven are different

他为人熟知的前作不同，

from his earlier works, his more familiar,

那些关于力与光的著名教导。

famous lessons on strength and light.

训诫般的琶音。随时间带来的磨难

Pedagogical arpeggios. Polished by time

而愈臻精湛，仿佛是卡在窗栅间的

and torments of time, like a leaf stuck

一片树叶，比方说，第31号奏鸣曲

in the windowpane, Sonata no. 31, for example,

莫过于此，一只被人剪下了翅翼

is but a magpie with its wings and tail chopped off.

和尾羽的小小喜鹊。无论你怎样

Even if you don’t want life, you live by eating,

抗拒这生命，却仍要靠饮食而活

sleeping, loving without an object.

靠睡眠，与一无所指的爱。

You pray and your prayer comes true. All this

你祈祷，而祷告之事终应验。这一切

is but a dream of feathers. I wait for the pianist’s

莫过一场幻羽翻飞的梦。我在等

fingers to slide back into her pockets.

钢琴家的手指滑落回她的衣袋。