在梦里，我走上常走的那条山路

In the dream, I took my usual walk on the mountain path

在一棵松树下，痛快地哭

And cried heartily under a pine tree

那哭声，好像把紧裹的松塔也打开了

As if the cry had opened the tightly-wrapped pinecones

我太专注于自我的悲伤了

I was so lost in my own grief

以至我忘了这是梦

That I forgot it's a dream

以至我没有发觉，身边的松树

That I wasn't aware the pine tree by my side

一直在沉默地倾听

Had been listening to me in silence all the time

将它细密的松针落满了我的周身

Scattering its fine pine needles around me

我醒来，已记不清松树的模样

When I woke up, I couldn't remember what the pine tree looked like

但那种歉疚，像松针一样尖锐

But the guilt, as sharp as pine needles