寂靜製造了風，河流在泥土中延續

Silence stirs the breeze. Rivers

一個又一個落日哺育灰色的屋宇

extend themselves across the earth.

它的空洞有著熾烈的過去

Once more grey rooftops suckle sunset,

在每一個積滿塵土的蓄水池

at its core a blazing past.

有黎明前的長嘆和平息之後的火焰

Before dawn, dust-filled reservoirs

我開口，卻已沒有歌謠

exhale, aglow in silence.

初春的明鏡，早已碎在揉皺的地圖上

I open my mouth, no ballads.

如果我還能低聲歌唱

Bright mirror of early spring

是因為確信煙塵也能永恆，愁苦的面容

fractured on a crumpled map.

感到被死亡珍惜的擁抱。

If I can sing still, softly,

it’s because smoke, I believe,

perpetuates, these worried faces

revering death’s embrace.