愤怒是一把苦锁。

Anger is a bitter lock.

但你能打开它。

But you can turn it.

八十三岁的北斋

Hokusai aged 83

说道，

said,

该画狮子了。

Time to do my lions.

每天早晨

Every morning

直到219天后

until he died

死去

219 days later

他画

he made

一头狮子。

a lion.

风从西北突然吹来。

Wind came gusting from the northwest.

狮子们摇摆着

Lions swayed

跃下

and leapt

松树的

from the crests

树冠

of the pine trees

落在

onto

积雪的路上

the snowy road

或撞到

or crashed

一起

together

在他的茅屋上方，

over his hut,

它们白色的爪子

their white paws

mauling stars

一路

on the way down.

抓伤星辰。

I continue to draw

我继续画着

hoping for

希望得到

a peaceful day,

平静的一天，

said Hokusai

北斋说道，

as they thudded past.

当它们砰然而过。