Every morning you'd think

每个早晨你都会觉得

all the moths would throw themselves

所有的飞蛾应当

into the Sun.

投入太阳的怀抱。

But they wait

但它们会等待

for streetlights

直到街灯点燃

to consume them

让它们在那里耗尽生命

in small coughs

消失在

of sparkle.

火花小小的咳嗽中。

My dear,

我亲爱的，

my dear,

我亲爱的，

my dear:

我亲爱的：

I have stopped

我已经不再

listening to my moth soul.

听从我飞蛾的灵魂。

My dear, I am done

我亲爱的，我已经受够了

tilting at streetlights.

向街灯的冲刺。

My paper wings soar,

我纸做的翅膀直上云霄，

brush

轻抚

your blazing heart.

你炽热的心脏。