The grains you saved are still fermenting.

妳省下的糧食還在發酵

This the wine I must swallow.

這是我必須喝下的酒

The kerosene you saved still sighs.

妳省下的燈油還在歎息

This the night I must endure.

這是我必須熬過的夜

All night you stroll the constellations,

妳整夜在星群間踱步

smoking, coughing,

在那兒抽煙，咳嗽

your pain unfinished,

難道妳的痛苦還沒有完成

grinding its inhuman mill.

還在轉動那只非人的磨盤

The abyss you plumbed I still measure,

妳測量過的深淵我還在測量

your dark clouds’ millage

妳烏雲的里程又在等待我的喘息

waiting for my breath,

苦難，一筆繼承不完的遺產

woe’s undying legacy

領我走向妳——

leading me to you.

看著妳的照片，我哭了：

I wept at your photograph

我與我的老年在鏡中重逢

mirroring my own decline.

莫非妳某個眼神的暗示

Your slightest glance, my hair

白髮像一場火災在我頭上蔓延

a white conflagration.