In the space between

我將在四季的縫隙間

the four seasons I’ll find you,

找到你，

when children are taken out for a walk,

當孩子們被帶出去散步，

and souls come back

靈魂歸來

like dirty dishes in

像工人食堂裏

a workers’ canteen.

堆疊的臟盤子。

We are not a religion

我們不是一種宗教

and nobody believes in our

也沒有人會相信我們

holy scriptures.

奉為神聖的經文。

Our looks hide

我們的目光停在

in the curtains’ folds

窗簾的褶皺上，

which let other people’s prayers through

人們的祈禱聲從那裏穿過，

and the falling light.

光從那裏衰退。

Will our angels touch

我們的天使會相遇嗎

when we hug each other

當我們在黑暗中

in the dark, will someone light a candle

擁抱彼此？會有人點燃蠟燭

to proclaim a kingdom?

宣示一個王國嗎？

We are the light of a burnt match

我們是一根劃過的火柴上的光

which turns to dust

輕輕一碰

when touched.

就化為塵。