黑压压的剧痛冷酷无情

The clouds ache bleakly

而且，如果它们能够做到，

and when they can manage it

会碾碎某个人的脑袋

crush someone's head in

却不发出一声怒叫。

without a sound of anger.

这是一种残忍的奥秘。

This is a brutal mystery.

我们相遇在大街上

We meet in the streets

我们把手插在我们的兜里

with our hands in our pockets

并恶狠狠地互相咆哮

and snarl guiltily at each other

好像我们是在怒斥那疼痛的一团

as if we had flayed a cloud

或者两团在我们血气方刚的时候。

or two in our salad days.

很多事物都要谴责我们；

Lots of things do blame us;

而有些时候当我忘记

and in moments when I forget

我们真正要做的事多么残酷

how cruel we really should be

我经常不得不咬破我的舌头

I often have to bite my tongue

以避免会感到有罪。

to keep from being guilty.