一个孩子画了人形轮廓线。

A child draws the outline of a body.

她能画的都画了，只是画布上一片洁白，

She draws what she can, but it is white all through,

她明知哪儿该画什么笔下却画不出。

she cannot fill in what she knows is there.

在委顿下去的轮廓线之内，她知道

Within the unsupported line, she knows

生命在一点点流失；画布上她拆了

that life is missing; she has cut

东墙补西墙。毕竟是孩子，

one background from another. Like a child,

她求诸母亲。

she turns to her mother.

于是你在她画的人形空白处

And you draw the heart

画了一颗心。

against the emptiness she has created.