十一月一日。金黄的树叶

November the 1st. Gold leaves

穿过秋风蓝色的羁绊喃喃低语。

Whisper their sentences through the blue chains of the wind.

我剥开一粒角豆。

I open a saint-john’s-bread.

绿色的苹果，一床被弄污的被褥，

Green apples,a stained quilt,

把天国的黑钟重新置于将来时态。

The black clock of the heavens reset in the future tense.

拯救是一件简单的事。

Salvation’s a simple thing.