家是这样伤感。它是被抛弃之前，依旧

Home is so sad. It stays as it was left,

最后一个人舒服过的模样，

Shaped to the comfort of the last to go

像是要把他们赢回。然而，却没有

As if to win them back. Instead, bereft

什么人再让它去讨好，它那么萎顿，

Of anyone to please, it withers so,

没有心力顾及失窃的东西。

Having no heart to put aside the theft

转回造就它的起初，

And turn again to what it started as,

是一次喜乐的尝试，依着命定的进路，

A joyous shot at how things ought to be,

却偏离已久。你仍能见到过往：

Long fallen wide. You can see how it was:

看看这些画和餐具，

Look at the pictures and the cutlery.

这琴凳里的乐谱，还有那花罐。

The music in the piano stool. That vase.