A young woman in a wheelchair,

一个坐轮椅的年轻女人，

wearing a black nylon poncho spattered with

穿着黑色尼龙雨披，水珠滴答，

rain,

正推动着自己缓缓滚过整个早晨。

is pushing herself through the morning.

你一定见过钢琴演奏者

You have seen how pianists

时而俯身敲响键盘，

sometimes bend forward to strike the keys,

时而把双手松开，挺身停顿，

then lift their hands, draw back to rest,

当音律渐消，又再度俯靠过去弹奏。

then lean again to strike just as the chord

这个女人就是以这种方式

fades.

碰旋椅轮，然后松开那雪白修长的手指，

Such is the way this woman

任凭轮子向前漂移，每当轮速放缓

strikes at the wheels, then lifts her long

如同乐音淡出，又再次屈身向前旋转奏响。

white fingers,

她就这样娴熟地弹奏着

letting them float, then bends again to strike

一首已然掌握的高难度乐曲的和弦，

just as the chair slows, as if into a silence.

那张凝神的湿漉的脸庞如此美丽，

So expertly she plays the chords

而风正翻动雨的书页。

of this difficult music she has mastered,

her wet face beautiful in its contraction,

while the wind turns the pages of rain.