A friend once said, Love

有位朋友曾说，爱

just means you’ll be there.

不过意味着：你会在那里。

I remember hospital rooms,

我记得那些病房，

machines humming softly with life.

机器轻轻嗡鸣，维系着生命。

Doctors with thin percentages

医生报出微小的

of hope and heavy brows.

生还概率，眉头沉重。

The late nights alone in a parked car

深夜里独自坐在停着的车中，

screaming into the void.

对着虚空嘶吼。

How we empty ourselves of grief

我们如何把悲伤抛空，

and climb Love’s dark staircase

然后攀上“爱”那幽暗的楼梯，

just to hold hands,

只为牵起彼此的手，

just in case.

只是为了万一……