遥远的是我梦想中的所有房子，

Distant are all the houses I am dreaming of,

遥远的是我母亲的声音

distant is the voice of my mother

喊我去吃晚饭，可我却跑向那麦田。

calling me for dinner, but I run toward the fields of wheat.

遥远的是我们，像一颗错失目标的球

We are distant like a ball that misses the goal

飞向天空，我们活着

and goes toward the sky, we are alive

像支温度计，只有当我们看它时

like a thermometer that is precise only when

才能读得精确。

we look at it.

遥远的现实每天都询问我

The distant reality every day questions me

像一个陌生的游客在途中把我唤醒

like an unknown traveler who wakes me up in the middle of the journey

他问，“是这辆公交车吗？”

saying Is this the right bus？,

我回答，“是”，但其实我心里想说，“我不知道”

and I answer Yes, but I mean I don't know,

我不知道你祖父母所在的城市

I don't know the cities of your grandparents

他们想要离开那个发现各种疾病的地方

who want to leave behind all discovered diseases

和那些需要耐心组成的治疗方案。

and cures made of patience.

我梦到在我们的欲望之山上有一座房子，

I dream of a house on the hill of our longings,

在那里可以看到海浪是如何描绘，

to watch how the waves of the sea draw

关于我们瀑布和爱的心电图，

the cardiogram of our falls and loves,

看到人们如何相信，以免沉没

how people believe so as not to sink

看到人们如何行走，以免被遗忘。

and step so as not to be forgotten.

遥远的是那些能够让我们躲避暴风雨的小屋，

Distant are all the huts where we hid from the storm

在猎人眼前死去的痛苦，

and from the pain of the does dying in front of the eyes of the hunters

我们更孤独，比起饥饿。

who were more lonely than hungry.

遥远的时刻每天都在询问我，

The distant moment every day asks me

“这是窗户吗？”“这是生活吗？”我说

Is this the window？ Is this the life？ and I say

“是”，但其实我心里想说，“我不知道”，我不知道

Yes, but I mean I don't know, I don't know if

鸟儿是否将开始说话，而没有发出“天空”一词。

birds will begin to speak, without uttering A sky.