十年没有你。也就是这样。

Ten years without you. For so it happens.

岁月自有稳步向前，依着

Days make their steady progress, a routine

仁慈的，并不吸引着谁的路线。

That Is merciful and attracts nobody.

我已经，像个熟练的学士，

Already, like a disciplined scholar,

捡拾残片于一处，用往日猜想

I piece fragments together, past conjecture

奠定痛苦的真实排序；

Establishing true sequence of pain;

只有这样才合适，以贫乏的技艺

For so it is proper to find value

找出价值，就像重现的旧事里：

In a bleak skill, as in the thing restored:

失传已久的特定词和别离寄语。

The long-lost words of choice and valediction