The moon drops one or two feathers into the fiels.

月亮在田野上落下一两根羽毛。

The dark wheat listens.

深色的小麦在聆听。

Be still.

保持静止。

Now.

此刻。

There they are, the moon's young, trying

在那里，月亮的幼崽，

Their wings.

在尝试着飞行。

Between trees, a slender woman lifts up the lovely shadow

在树林之间，一个苗条的女人

Of her face, and now she steps into the air, now she is gone

抬起她美丽的脸影，现在她走进空气，

Wholly, into the air.

现在她完全消失在空中。

I stand alone by an elder tree, I do not dare breathe

我独自站在一棵老树旁，不敢呼吸

Or move.

或者移动。

I listen.

我聆听着。

The wheat leans back toward its own darkness,

麦子在朝向后方的黑暗倾斜，

And I lean toward mine.

我也朝向我的黑暗。