早上八点，在房子一边

naked along the side of the house,

我赤条条朝自己身上抹

8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil

芝麻油。耶稣，为什么我会落得

over my body, Jesus, have I come

如此地步？

to this?

我曾在漆黑的巷道搏斗，为了

I once battled in dark alleys for a

大笑。

laugh.

现在，我笑不起来。

now I'm not laughing.

我拍溅着芝麻油感到不可思议

I splash myself with oil and wonder,

你还想要我多少年？

how many years do you want?

多少天？

how many days?

我的血已被玷污，一个

my blood is soiled and a dark

黑天使坐在我的大脑中。

angel sits in my brain.

万物总源于有而

things are made of something and

归于无。

go to nothing.

我明白堕落的城市，堕落的

I understand the fall of cities, of

国家。

nations.

一架小飞机从头顶飞过。

a small plane passes overhead.

我向上望，仿佛值得

I look upward as if it made sense to

向上望。

look upward.

这是真的，天空已经腐烂

it's true, the sky has rotted:

它不会为我们任何人而

it won't be long for any of

长久。

us.