错误的孤独使灵魂变酸，

Wrong solitude vinegars the soul,

正确的孤独为它加油。

right solitude oils it.

我们多么脆弱，在那些稀有的美好时刻。

How fragile we are, between the few good moments.

来来回回没完没了，

Coming and going unfinished,

被命运所迷惑。

puzzled by fate,

就像一只倒毙驴子半雕刻出的

like the half-carved relief

解救，悬在一个芬兰教堂的门楣上。

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