會有一雙孤兒的眼睛張開

The orphan’s eyes open,

說出這世界遺物般的重量

uttering as legacy this world’s heavy weight.

會有一隻狗，一路嗅著

A dog sniffs by,

在你騰出的空曠中流浪

claiming the space you’ve left.

會有一棵被星光瞄准的樹

A tree targeted by stars

繼續在黑夜裏歌唱

hums all night.

會有一匹預言大雪的馬

A horse scenting snow

在世代的曠野上重複你的沉默

echoes your silence across a timeless moor.

會有，會有一簇野生的雛菊

A clutch of wild asters

偎在墓碑的胸前

leans toward the breast of your tombstone

撫慰你被風雨剝蝕的孤獨

stroking its worn solitude.

為什麼等死後才開始你的信仰？

Why wait till death

to start believing?