Wrong solitude vinegars the soul,

错误的孤独使灵魂变酸，

right solitude oils it.

正确的孤独为它加油。

How fragile we are, between the few good moments.

我们多么脆弱，在那些稀有的美好时刻。

Coming and going unfinished,

来来回回没完没了，

puzzled by fate,

被命运所迷惑。

like the half-carved relief

就像一只倒毙驴子半雕刻出的

of a fallen donkey, above a church door in Finland.

解救，悬在一个芬兰教堂的门楣上。