山，山，山，

Mountain, mountain, mountain,

标记着时间。每一个

marking time. Each

没有名字，墙外的墙，摇动着，

nameless, wall beyond wall, wavering

重新定义

redefinition of

地平线。

horizon.

如此数月。傍晚抵达的城市

And through the months. The arrivals

破晓时就必须离去

at dusk in towns one must leave at daybreak

——它们

—were they

被留在心间了吗，反复地

taken to heart, to be seen

重现？

always again,

抑或只是掠过，那些脸孔，

or let go, those faces,

那半掩的门，

a door half-open, moss

还有石刻上被火柴照亮的苔痕？

by matchlight on an inscribed stone?

而白天，

And by day

在嗡鸣着环绕我们的

through the hours that

枯涩时辰里，

rustle about one dryly,

热带草原上的高高青草

tall grass of the savannah

满溢眼底。

up to the eyes.

独自一人的道路，

No alternative to the

并无分岔可言。

one-man path.