Millions were dead; everybody was innocent.

数百万人死了，每个人都是无辜的。

I stayed in my room. The President

我待在我的房间。总统

Spoke of war as of a magic love potion.

谈及战争时好像在谈一种神奇的爱情药水。

My eyes were opened in astonishment.

我的眼睛惊讶地睁着。

In a mirror my face appeared to me

镜子里，呈现出我的脸

Like a twice-canceled postage stamp.

像一张被两次注销的邮票。

I lived well, but life was awful.

我住得很好,但生活得可怕。

there were so many soldiers that day,

那一天有那么多士兵，

So many refugees crowding the roads.

那么多难民拥堵在路上。

Naturally, they all vanished

自然，他们随一个人的干涉

With a touch of the hand.

全部消失了。

History licked the corners of its bloody mouth.

历史舔舐着流血的嘴角。

On the pay channel, a man and a woman

在付费频道，一个男人和一个女人

Were trading hungry kisses and tearing off

正在交易饥渴的吻，撕扯

Each other’s clothes while I looked on

彼此的衣服，我关掉声音

With the sound off and the room dark

看着，黑暗的房间

Except for the screen where the color

只有屏幕亮着，里面的颜色

Had too much red in it, too much pink.

有太多的红，太多粉红。