So many things follow us

有那麼多東西尾隨著我們

like the moon, listening for our primal cries.

其中月亮聽到過我們最初的啼哭

We stop, it stops,

我們停步，它也停步

while 30 miles ahead

與我們相距三十里，三十里外

bright moonlight floods the brain of a wild animal.

更白亮的月光漲滿野獸的頭顱

Grief rushes through its sorrows.

週期性奔湧的憂愁呵

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

現在是擺脫月亮的時候了

yet like a dead friend’s soul

它尾隨在我們身後，像我們

it slips into my 6 square meter room.

故友的亡靈；它居然尾隨著我

走進我六平米的房間

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

who’s to say it exists?

但我卻不能在月亮上印滿指紋

The mad still dance in moonlight,

誰能肯定它是為我們而存在？

old women in alleys wrap their heads with flowered scarves,

發瘋的人們依然在月光中舞蹈

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

小巷裏的老太婆頭戴花頭巾

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

on a moonlit night—how many times,

所以要說話你就大聲說話吧

on the dark path from the bar to the planetarium,

挑一個月明之夜；多少回

the drift of low voices, talk of revenge,

在從酒吧間到天文館的漆黑甬道

talk of eloping.

飄忽來被有意壓低的嗓音

談論著報復或私奔

If you mean to dig a grave, dig quickly,

don’t wait till the moon splits your flesh,

所以要掘墓你就趕快動手吧

knocks on the heatpipes under your ribs,

別等到月亮在你身上打開缺口

shifts the tinge of your blood,

敲響你體內的暖氣管

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

改變你血液的顏色

使你愛上那墓中的骷髏

Life is a man strolling in moonlight,

pouring out his passion

生命，多像一個吹哨子的男人

on a tin whistle.

在月光中移行，把他所有的激情

We stumble after,

傾注在一支小小的鐵哨上

a sudden laugh hissing through our lips.

我們尾隨著他，深一腳淺一腳

嘴裏發出哧哧的笑聲

Though the trailing moon

never blocks our steps, it vanishes

而尾隨我們一生的月亮

to let the darkness work,

從不將我們阻攔，它一再隱身

then soon after death

一任我們被黑暗所改變

appears beside our bodies,

但當我們死亡或死後不久，它會

silent, rising.

不動聲色地出現在我們身邊