有一晚，夜色来临，

There is an evening coming in

穿过街区，蓦然发现

Across the fields, one never seen before,

到处明晃晃的却又找不到光源

That lights no lamps.

就像触不到的丝绸，而且

Silken it seems at a distance, yet

当它从膝盖浸至胸脯

When it is drawn up over the knees and breast

也没有安适之感

It brings no comfort.

树到哪儿去了呢，它们像锁

Where has the tree gone, that locked

横在天地之间？我的手下面是什么，

Earth to the sky? What is under my hands,

那儿空空如也？

That I cannot feel?

What loads my hands down?

我手里又握住了什么？