我倾空别人称呼里的那个我，我倾空我的口袋。

I empty myself of the names of others. I empty my pockets.

我倾空我的鞋子，把它们扔在路旁。

I empty my shoes and leave them beside the road.

在晚上我回拨时钟，

At night I turn back the clocks;

翻开家里相册看自己幼时的模样。

I open the family album and look at myself as a boy.

这样做又有何益？时光的工作业已完成。

What good does it do? The hours have done their job.

我念叨自己的名字，念叨着告别，

I say my own name. I say goodbye.

词语顺着每一阵风而去。

The words follow each other downwind.

我爱我的妻子，也要送她远离。

I love my wife but send her away.

我的双亲从他们的宝座升起，

My parents rise out of their thrones

进入云朵的乳白之屋。我怎样才能歌唱？

into the milky rooms of clouds. How can I sing?

时间告知我是何物，我变化却又始终如一，

Time tells me what I am. I change and I am the same.

我倾空生命里的那个我，而我的生命留存。

I empty myself of my life and my life remains.