Twenty-four years remind the tears of my eyes. 

二十四岁提醒我眼泪莫忘了眼睛。

(Bury the dead for fear that they walk to the grave ln labour.) 

（埋掉死者，怕他们走到坟墓太辛苦。）

In the groin of the natural doorway I crouched like a tailor 

造化之门的鼠蹊内我伏地如裁缝，

Sewing a shroud for a journey 

为远行缝一件寿衣，

By the light of the meat-eating sun. 

就着肉食的太阳光线。

Dressed to die, the sensual strut begun, 

披衣就死，肉身的健步开始，

With my red veins full of money, 

我的血红管带足钱币，

In the final direction of the elementary town 

朝着原始之镇的终极方向

I advance for as long as forever is.

我前进，永恒有多久就走多长。