Dark wings that brush the foliage

看不見的翅膀掃過

above us; the crunch of hoofs

頭頂的葉簇；霜

in frost, a river flowing

在獸蹄下碎裂，河水流動著

in the lonely voice of the coyote.

匯入郊狼的孤鳴。

As they walk through the moonlight,

牠們踩著月光行走，

we come and go by the flare

我們借著跳耀的營火

of campfires, full of ghosts

來去，身體裏的鬼

with huge, wounded hearts.

懷揣巨大、受傷的心。