当我用别人的眼睛看你，我再也看不到你。

When I use another’s eyes to look at you, I cannot see you.

而当我用我看你，除了悲伤我什么也看不到。

And when I use myself to look at you, I can see nothing but sorrow.

豆荚变得饱满— 在那些我不曾存在过的时间。

The peapods grow fat—in those moments I’ve never existed.

The summer pulls a singing nerve out of curled up petals

夏日从向心卷起的花瓣中抽走咏唱的神经

yet the sun still beats on the earth—

可太阳还将夯打大地——

crumble it to pieces, squeeze out its citrus bitterness—

揉碎它吧，挤出它柑橘的辛酸——

the spectrum of red blood cells—every dried up nub—

红细胞的光谱——每一个干燥的颗粒——

rub your palms together—until your hands

磨搓你的掌心——直到你的手

pass through the many mountain folds of tolling bells

穿过钟声的重岭

in a closed up amphora

在一个合拢的双耳瓶上

all the flames sleep peacefully

安睡了所有的火焰