钻进母亲的那件麝鼠大衣，我们走进风里；

Walking into wind, I lean into my mother's muskrat coat;

她的腕骨已将袖口的绒毛磨尽。

around the cuffs her wristbones have worn away the fur.

只要一停下脚步，我们就会立刻消失。一马平川，

If we stood still we'd disappear. There's no up or down,

也没有亮着窗户的房屋。只有风，还有我们体内的

no houses with their windows lit. The only noise is wind

声响。等我们到家的时候，父亲

and what's inside us. When we get home my father

也许在，也许不在。从来没有谁来找过我们。

will be there or not. No one ever looks for us.

我真想躺下，就在那儿静静地躺着，周围只有雪

I could lie down and stay right here where snow is all

在下。沉默倒不是因为孤单，只是冷

that happens, and silence isn't loneliness just cold

不说话。母亲用力拉着我，不肯松手。但后来

not talking. My mother tugs at me and won't let go.

连她也停下来，给自己找了个小窝。在星星做成的

Then stops to find her bearings. In our hoods of stars

屋顶下，我们并不知道，有没有人听得懂

we don't know if anyone will understand

我们说了些什么，在离家这么远的地方。

the tongue we speak, so far we are from home.