冬至節到了

Winter solstice,

有人在路上燒紙

ghost money burning in the street.

火光映亮了街邊的樹幹

Firelight on the tree trunks,

這些活著的人變成了一些影子

the living turned to shadows

去親近消逝的死者

reaching for the dead.

在街邊，在牆角，在親人生活過的院子裏

The walls, the corners, the courtyards

損失和愧疚使他們得知

where those they knew once lived.

另一個世界的存在

Guilt and sorrow

像大地一樣黑沉沉

unveil the other world,

像火苗一樣靈敏熱烈

dark and heavy as the great earth,

sharp as these ardent flames.