这一次，我已把肉体抛在身后，

This time, I have left my body behind me, crying

我在它黑暗的刺中哭泣着。

In its dark thorns.

这世界，

Still,

依然有美好的事情。

There are good things in this world.

黄昏。

It is dusk.

触摸面包的，

It is the good darkness

是女人手中美好的黑暗。

Of women's hands that touch loaves.

一棵树的精灵开始移动。

The spirit of a tree begins to move.

我触摸树叶。

I touch leaves.

我闭上双眼，想着水。

I close my eyes and think of water.