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

家如此伤心。还是被弃时的样子，

Shaped to the comfort of the last to go

布置得能让最后一个离开者觉得自在，

As if to win them back. Instead, bereft

以为这样就能将他们挽留。相反，

Of anyone to please, it withers so,

因为无人可以取悦，它萎缩成这样，

Having no heart to put aside the theft

更没有心思放下这场失窃，

And turn again to what it started as,

重新回到它起初的样子，

A joyous shot at how things ought to be,

一个事情本该如何的欢乐镜头。

Long fallen wide. You can see how it was:

它早已沦陷。你能想见它曾经的样子：

Look at the pictures and the cutlery.

只要看看这些画像和餐具。

The music in the piano stool. That vase.

搁在琴凳里的乐谱。还有那只花瓶。