我想有人能告诉我

I want someone to tell me

关于我们体内水的信息，

about the messages in the water in our bodies,

关于在电话亭里

about yesterday’s air

昨日的空气，

in telephone booths,

关于因为能见度低

about flights postponed because of

而推迟的航班，虽然

poor visibility, despite

在日历上有许多无形的天使。

all the invisible angels on the calendars.

关于为热带之风哭泣的风扇，

The fan that weeps for tropical winds,

关于嗅到了的最迷人的熏香，

the incense that smells best

当它消失时——我想有人能告诉我这些。

as it vanishes – I want someone to tell me about these things.

我相信当完美诞生时，

I believe that when perfection is born

所有的外形和真相

all forms and truths

都会如蛋壳般开裂。

crack like eggshells.

只有分别时温柔的叹息

Only the sigh of gentle partings

才能把蛛网撕开。

can tear a cobweb apart

只有理想之地的完美

and the perfection of imagined lands

才能推迟灵魂迁徙的

can postpone the secret

秘密。

migration of souls.

而我对自己不完美的身体能做些什么呢：

And what can I do with my imperfect body：

我离去又回来，离去又回来

I go and I return, go and return

就像沙滩上的一只塑料凉鞋

like a plastic sandal on the waves

被海浪卷去又被冲刷在岸。

by the shore.