十年没有你。就这么回事。

Ten years without you. For so it happens.

日子慢慢过，宽厚不伤人，

Days make their steady progress, a routine

习以为常，并不吸引谁。

That Is merciful and attracts nobody.

我早已像训练有素的学者，

Already, like a disciplined scholar,

把片断连起来，靠过去的猜测

I piece fragments together, past conjecture

建立起痛苦之真实的序列；

Establishing true sequence of pain;

从凄惨的技能找出价值

For so it is proper to find value

是恰当的，如旧事重现：

In a bleak skill, as in the thing restored:

那久已失落的精选词、告别词。

The long-lost words of choice and valediction