Moths watched us through

飞蛾透过窗子

the window. Seated at the table,

看着我们。坐在桌子旁，

we were skewered by their lambent gazes,

我们被它柔和的目光串起，

harder than their shattering wings.

目光比起破碎的双翅更沉重。

You’ll always be outside,

你将总会在外面，

past the pane. And we’ll be here within,

滑过窗子。我们总会在里面，

more and more in. Moths watched us

越来越向里。飞蛾透过窗子

through the window, in August.

看着我们，在八月。