If here is not here;

此處，並無此處；

then where?

然無此處又有何處？

People clutch at food, clothing,

人們四處奔忙，像

fathers, mothers.

為衣食，又為父母。

Parents bear us, raise us,

父母是生養的人，

are remembered after death.

死後仍不忘記的人。

But clothes and food are ephemeral,

衣食是虛幻的過往，

each of us with only one garment

每個人只有一件衣裳，

worn the day we die.

留待死去那日上身。

How shapely—our lives

如此漂亮，如此

true from birth—

才能是人生，既然

we know the eating, the drinking,

我們生來只懂得吃喝，

yet how can we grasp death,

又如何能懂得死亡。

the ultimate politics?

死亡是最大的政治，

Those who believe in their death are blessed.

自信必死的人有福。

Moment by moment, time flees

時間分分過去，我們

while we lean upon each other, warmed

互相依偎，好像氣候般

by pleasant weather. When the flood comes

溫暖。洪水來臨時，

we’ll cling as if on a chill spring morning,

我們互相依偎著溫暖

each other’s heavenly cotton quilt,

如每個春日的清晨，

fated to be one.

暖棉被是神的賜予，

Happiness may be a crime, but if so,

不能拒絕，無法躲避。

it’s perfect.

幸福是罪惡，但此罪

就是完美，此罪完美。