Some mysteries cannot be contained

有一種神秘你無法駕馭

but only witnessed, their strength

你只能充當旁觀者的角色

signalling through distance

聽憑那神秘的力量

to pierce the heart.

從遙遠的地方發出信號

Tonight in Hargai,

射出光來，穿透你的心

a desolate railstop on the Tibetan Plateau,

像今夜，在哈爾蓋

far from the city,

在這個遠離城市的荒涼的

I look up from this bean-sized depot

地方，在這青藏高原上的

to behold a vast firmament of stars,

一個蠶豆般大小的火車站旁

the Yellow River and the Han gone silent as the absent birds.

我抬起頭來眺望星空

Long grasses stretch toward heaven,

這時河漢無聲，鳥翼稀薄

but horses have forgotten how to soar

青草向群星瘋狂地生長

as wind shoulders boundless night, lifting me

馬群忘記了飛翔

with the future and the past.

風吹著空曠的夜也吹著我

It’s then I become

風吹著未來也吹著過去

a low house lit by a simple lantern,

我成為某個人，某間

its roof beneath the stars’ billion footsoles

點著油燈的陋室

a cold altar of sacrifice.

而這陋室冰涼的屋頂

Like a child receiving holy communion,

被群星的億萬隻腳踩成祭壇

I am brave but hold my breath

我像一個領取聖餐的孩子

放大了膽子，但屏住呼吸