有那麼多東西尾隨著我們

So many things follow us

其中月亮聽到過我們最初的啼哭

like the moon, listening for our primal cries.

我們停步，它也停步

We stop, it stops,

與我們相距三十里，三十里外

while 30 miles ahead

更白亮的月光漲滿野獸的頭顱

bright moonlight floods the brain of a wild animal.

週期性奔湧的憂愁呵

Grief rushes through its sorrows.

現在是擺脫月亮的時候了

Now is the moment to shake the moon from our track,

它尾隨在我們身後，像我們

yet like a dead friend’s soul

故友的亡靈；它居然尾隨著我

it slips into my 6 square meter room.

走進我六平米的房間

If I can’t plant my fingerprints on the moon,

但我卻不能在月亮上印滿指紋

who’s to say it exists?

誰能肯定它是為我們而存在？

The mad still dance in moonlight,

發瘋的人們依然在月光中舞蹈

old women in alleys wrap their heads with flowered scarves,

小巷裏的老太婆頭戴花頭巾

and the blazing eyes of black cats mock only the gutless.

雙眼如炬的黑貓專門拿膽小鬼開玩笑

If you’ve something to say, say it loud

所以要說話你就大聲說話吧

on a moonlit night—how many times,

挑一個月明之夜；多少回

on the dark path from the bar to the planetarium,

在從酒吧間到天文館的漆黑甬道

the drift of low voices, talk of revenge,

飄忽來被有意壓低的嗓音

talk of eloping.

談論著報復或私奔

If you mean to dig a grave, dig quickly,

所以要掘墓你就趕快動手吧

don’t wait till the moon splits your flesh,

別等到月亮在你身上打開缺口

knocks on the heatpipes under your ribs,

敲響你體內的暖氣管

shifts the tinge of your blood,

改變你血液的顏色

makes you fall in love with that skeleton in the casket.

使你愛上那墓中的骷髏

Life is a man strolling in moonlight,

生命，多像一個吹哨子的男人

pouring out his passion

在月光中移行，把他所有的激情

on a tin whistle.

傾注在一支小小的鐵哨上

We stumble after,

我們尾隨著他，深一腳淺一腳

a sudden laugh hissing through our lips.

嘴裏發出哧哧的笑聲

Though the trailing moon

而尾隨我們一生的月亮

never blocks our steps, it vanishes

從不將我們阻攔，它一再隱身

to let the darkness work,

一任我們被黑暗所改變

then soon after death

但當我們死亡或死後不久，它會

appears beside our bodies,

不動聲色地出現在我們身邊

silent, rising.