Moths watched us through

透过窗玻璃

the window. Seated at the table,

飞蛾看着我们。坐在桌旁，

we were skewered by their lambent gazes,

我们似被烤炙，以它们远比

harder than their shattering wings.

残翅更硬、闪烁的眼光。

You’ll always be outside,

你们永远是在外边，

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

隔着玻璃板，而我们在屋内，

more and more in. Moths watched us

愈陷愈深的内部，飞蛾透过

through the window, in August.

窗子看着我们，在八月。