每个早晨你都会觉得

Every morning you'd think

所有的飞蛾应当

all the moths would throw themselves

投入太阳的怀抱。

into the Sun.

但它们会等待

But they wait

直到街灯点燃

for streetlights

让它们在那里耗尽生命

to consume them

消失在

in small coughs

火花小小的咳嗽中。

of sparkle.

我亲爱的，

My dear,

我亲爱的，

my dear,

我亲爱的：

my dear:

我已经不再

I have stopped

听从我飞蛾的灵魂。

listening to my moth soul.

我亲爱的，我已经受够了

My dear, I am done

向街灯的冲刺。

tilting at streetlights.

我纸做的翅膀直上云霄，

My paper wings soar,

轻抚

brush

你炽热的心脏。

your blazing heart.