错误的独处醋一般腐蚀灵魂，

Wrong solitude vinegars the soul,

正确的独处油一般把它滑润。

right solitude oils it.

多脆弱啊我们，当身置那些稀少的美好时分。

How fragile we are, between the few good moments.

诸事未竟，

Coming and going unfinished,

命运弄人，

puzzled by fate,

像那只悬在那扇芬兰教堂门上

like the half-carved relief

只雕刻了一半的驴正挣扎着站起身。

of a fallen donkey, above a church door in Finland.