Uncle and nephew, one behind the other,

叔侄倆，一前一後

wade the field of rapeflowers, birdsong

在油菜花田裡走著，

like silk thread drawing through their hearts.

鳥叫聲好似心坎裡抽出的細絲。

The blaze of ghost money

燒紙錢的火太大了，

so big they step back.

他們的身體向後移了移。

Heading home,

回去的路上，

they slice mud from their shoes with a shovel.

他們用鐵鍬鏟掉鞋幫上的濕土。

Villagers watch at a distance—

村裡人遠遠地望著：

Whose sons are these,

「這是誰家的兒子

come to visit graves?

又回來上墳了。」