we are left with complete whiteness.

我们被留给完全的白色。

Lamplight in a haze of white creates a surreal white coverlet,

灯光在白雾中织出一片超现实的白色被单，

and even the spreading black trees are dazed.

连四散的黑树也一片迷茫。

A dense curve of milky cloud covers us

一片弧形的乳白色浓云笼罩着我们

and as there is no one looking back at us,

既然没有谁在回望我们，

nothing sending back a searching light,

也没有什么送回搜寻的光，

we stand within the black of the trees;

我们便立在树的黑影中；

their darkness imagining the stars with us

它们的黑暗与我们一同想象着星辰。