ONE
一
for now, I can’t go back to last year
暂时,我还不能回到去年
I can’t go back to that evening of drinks
不能回到和某人以及另一个某人
with somebody and somebody else, I miss it, June’s
喝酒的晚上,我想,六月
witching hour, youth wet with sweat
妖娆的时节,汗水打湿的少年
from Dongzhimen to Xidan, a few simple place-names
从东直门到西单,一些简单的地名
that won’t even amount to a symbol, anguish
甚至不能构成一种象征,还没有
yet to be broached, decadence there is no longer time for
触碰到的痛楚,和没有来得及的腐朽生活
suddenly I am soaked in rain
忽然被一些雨水淋到了
inkblots on the skin’s surface
皮肤最表层的点状晕染片
dispersing, molten, an effusion of lyric
散开,融化了,泛滥了的抒情
from the South to the North, I met more strangers than ever before
从南到北,我遭遇到一生中最多的陌生人
strange fingers ran over the strangest person
陌生化的手指抚摩了最陌生的人
night lit by morning, the dark at last became
被晨光照亮的夜晚,黑暗终于变得
clear, at last, the closest I’ve been to the dark
清晰,终于还没有这样接近过黑暗
TWO
二
some year, exactly which
I can’t say
某一年,具体的年份
those involved, the events and their protagonists
不便说明
it is not for me, a now
具体的人物,任何事件以及主人翁
ruthless woman, to describe
都不便由我,此刻
the ruthless seasons
一个残忍的女人,来说明
have flooded my years in the world
残忍的季节
充斥着我的岁月
within the mud of a second
someone with only a second to spare
在浑浊的一个瞬间
can only be a woman
一个只剩下瞬间的人
只能是女人
he, or is it they,
cry, or is it only a garden in the middle of a roundabout
他,或者是他们
落泪,或者仅仅是一个街心花园
the woman telling stories in the lamppost light is
approximately, genuinely, not at all
路灯光下诉说的女人
大概,真的,并不是
me, using made-up words and phrases
to express, to toast, to say
我,用更虚构的句子以及词语
let’s drink, and so she drinks
表达,举杯,说
I pass her a cigarette
喝酒,她于是喝下了酒
and so she smokes, when my merciless tears
我递一支烟
于是吸烟,我残酷的泪水
slide down like a man’s
maybe he’ll tap me on the back
像男人那样滑落的时候
(sexy, subtle, smooth)
他,或许会拍打我的背脊
(性感的,微妙的,光滑的)
bitterly spitting out secrets
some simple
辛酸的,倾吐一些秘密
youthful sentiments
一些简单的
and those things inside ambiguity
少年的伤感
而那些在模棱两可中
that collide can
be named love
碰撞的,可以
dramatized transformations that fall
命名为爱情
戏剧化的转变,忽然间
all of a sudden, caught off guard
掉下来,猝不及防
unfolding, unfolding... until
展开,展开……直到
they open up, bit by bit, raining down
一点一点翻开,数落
countless loves seen dancing in the sky
看见无数的爱情在天空飞舞
you can’t not sing, not go with it
不得不歌唱,不得不随之
and if there is nothing left to say
即使,也不能再说什么
remain silent, maybe this is the way,
再继续沉默,或者就是这样
like this, dancing, as though commanded
这样,飞舞着,如同命令
or named
或者,一个命名