Silence stirs the breeze. Rivers

寂靜製造了風，河流在泥土中延續

extend themselves across the earth.

一個又一個落日哺育灰色的屋宇

Once more grey rooftops suckle sunset,

它的空洞有著熾烈的過去

at its core a blazing past.

在每一個積滿塵土的蓄水池

Before dawn, dust-filled reservoirs

有黎明前的長嘆和平息之後的火焰

exhale, aglow in silence.

我開口，卻已沒有歌謠

I open my mouth, no ballads.

初春的明鏡，早已碎在揉皺的地圖上

Bright mirror of early spring

如果我還能低聲歌唱

fractured on a crumpled map.

是因為確信煙塵也能永恆，愁苦的面容

If I can sing still, softly,

感到被死亡珍惜的擁抱。

it’s because smoke, I believe,

perpetuates, these worried faces

revering death’s embrace.