叔侄倆，一前一後

Uncle and nephew, one behind the other,

在油菜花田裡走著，

wade the field of rapeflowers, birdsong

鳥叫聲好似心坎裡抽出的細絲。

like silk thread drawing through their hearts.

燒紙錢的火太大了，

The blaze of ghost money

他們的身體向後移了移。

so big they step back.

回去的路上，

Heading home,

他們用鐵鍬鏟掉鞋幫上的濕土。

they slice mud from their shoes with a shovel.

村裡人遠遠地望著：

Villagers watch at a distance—

「這是誰家的兒子

Whose sons are these,

又回來上墳了。」

come to visit graves?