Ten years without you. For so it happens.

十年没有你。也就是这样。

Days make their steady progress, a routine

岁月自有稳步向前，依着

That Is merciful and attracts nobody.

仁慈的，并不吸引着谁的路线。

Already, like a disciplined scholar,

我已经，像个熟练的学士，

I piece fragments together, past conjecture

捡拾残片于一处，用往日猜想

Establishing true sequence of pain;

奠定痛苦的真实排序；

For so it is proper to find value

只有这样才合适，以贫乏的技艺

In a bleak skill, as in the thing restored:

找出价值，就像重现的旧事里：

The long-lost words of choice and valediction

失传已久的特定词和别离寄语。