漂浮于宽阔的悲伤之河。

Floating on a broad river of sadness.

穿过峡谷。明亮的太阳。

Through a gorge. Bright sun.

既无慰藉，也不觉荒凉，而是别的什么。

Not consolation or desolation but something else.

我读高中时可不一样

The way I was in high school

每个早上高高兴兴醒来

when every morning I woke up joyous

想做什么就做什么，每件事都很简单

and just did things and everthing was easy

而现在快乐如此稀薄

but now the joy is so thinned out

和淡漠，像是离我很远。

and sheer it’s more like detachment.

我不断把喜林芋断枝扔进

The philodendron snips I keep

小花瓶，除了浇水

putting in little vases with nothing

什么也没给，却不停生长。

but water and somehow they keep growing.

现在房子里到处都是。

They’re all over the house.

我想着这些喜林芋。记录着它们的生长。

I think about them. I keep track of them.

还有早上的雾，我想着日头上来

And the fog in the morning and how

雾如何慢慢散去。

it slowly burns off as the day goes on.

还有树叶。星辰。有时候

Leaves. Stars. Sometimes

未经审视的生活值得过。

the unexamined life is worth living.