Home is so sad. It stays as it was left,

家是这样伤感。它是被抛弃之前，依旧

Shaped to the comfort of the last to go

最后一个人舒服过的模样，

As if to win them back. Instead, bereft

像是要把他们赢回。然而，却没有

Of anyone to please, it withers so,

什么人再让它去讨好，它那么萎顿，

Having no heart to put aside the theft

没有心力顾及失窃的东西。

And turn again to what it started as,

转回造就它的起初，

A joyous shot at how things ought to be,

是一次喜乐的尝试，依着命定的进路，

Long fallen wide. You can see how it was:

却偏离已久。你仍能见到过往：

Look at the pictures and the cutlery.

看看这些画和餐具，

The music in the piano stool. That vase.

这琴凳里的乐谱，还有那花罐。