Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations.

我们的上面，是星星。下面，是星座。

Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies.

五十亿英里之外，一个星系死去了，

like a snowflake falling on water. Below us

犹如一片落在水面上的雪花。在我们的下面，

some farmer, feeling the chill of that distant death,

某个农场主，感觉到了那遥远的死亡带来的寒冷，

snaps on his yard light, drawing his sheds and barn

他啪的一声打开院子里的灯，把他的小棚屋和谷仓

back into the little system of his care.

拉回到自己所能照看的世界内。

All night, the cities, like shimmering novas,

整个夜晚，城市如发着微光的新星一般

tug with bright streets at lonely lights like his.

拖着明亮的街道，那亮光如农场主的灯光一样孤独地亮着。