Anger is a bitter lock.

愤怒是一把苦锁。

But you can turn it.

但你能打开它。

Hokusai aged 83

八十三岁的北斋

said,

说道，

Time to do my lions.

该画狮子了。

Every morning

每天早晨

until he died

直到219天后

219 days later

死去

he made

他画

a lion.

一头狮子。

Wind came gusting from the northwest.

风从西北突然吹来。

Lions swayed

狮子们摇摆着

and leapt

跃下

from the crests

松树的

of the pine trees

树冠

onto

落在

the snowy road

积雪的路上

or crashed

或撞到

together

一起

over his hut,

在他的茅屋上方，

their white paws

它们白色的爪子

mauling stars

on the way down.

一路

抓伤星辰。

I continue to draw

hoping for

我继续画着

a peaceful day,

希望得到

平静的一天，

said Hokusai

as they thudded past.

北斋说道，

当它们砰然而过。