就像在十二层的电梯上

is like being burned up

被活活烧焦。

in a twelfth-floor elevator.

就像越野车翻到河里被活活淹死。

Or drowned in a flipped SUV.

就像当我行走时

It’s like waking with scalpels

手术刀插遍我的胸膛。

arrayed on my chest.

就像我被流放到1983年。

Like being banished to 1983.

我和你的争吵，

Having a fight with you

带来一种恐怖，它从未减轻过：有一种耳语

is never, ever less horrid: that whisper

告诉我你从来没有爱过我——

that says you never loved me—

从一个小小的方窗望出去

my heart a stalled engine

我的心脏是一台停转的机器。

out the little square window.

你的眼睛是白色笼罩下的黑色海洋。

Your eyes a white-capped black sea.