在你死后。 

After your death.

每天都刮风。 

It was windy everyday.

每一天。 

Every day.

对抗着我们象一堵墙。 

Opposed us like awall.

我们去了。 

We went.

侧身一个朝一个叫喊。 

Shouting sidewaysat one another.

沿着公路。 

Along the road.

那没有用。 

It was useless.

我们之间的间隔。 

The spaces betweenus.

变硬了。 

Got hard.

它们是空空的间隔。 

They are emptyspaces.

可它们是坚固的。 

And yet they aresolid.

又黑又令人悲伤。 

And black andgrievous.

如一个老年妇女。 

As gaps betweenthe teeth.

牙齿间的缝隙。 

Of an old woman.

多年前你就认识。 

You knew yearsago.

当她还很美。 

When she was.

活力四射象宫殿之火正旺。

Beautiful thenerves pouring around in her like palace fire.