You said: “I’ll go to another country, go to another shore,

你说：“我一定能找到另一座更美的城市，

find another city better than this one.

另一块土地，另一片海洋，

Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong

因为我在这里的每一次努力都注定失败，

and my heart lies buried like something dead.

我的心在死亡，

How long can I let my mind moulder in this place?

就像我无限忧伤的思绪一样。

Wherever I turn, wherever I look,

回顾往昔，只看到我生活中阴暗的废墟，

I see the black ruins of my life, here,

还有在这里度过或荒废的时光。”

where I’ve spent so many years, wasted them, destroyed them totally.”

你将找不到另一块土地和另一片海洋，

You won’t find a new country, won’t find another shore.

这座城市将永远在你心底埋藏。

This city will always pursue you.

你将回到原来的街巷。

You’ll walk the same streets, grow old

你将在原来的市郊衰老；

in the same neighborhoods, turn gray in these same houses.

在原来的房屋变得白发苍苍。

You’ll always end up in this city. Don’t hope for things elsewhere:

因为城市总是那同一座，你不必另外寻找。

there’s no ship for you, there’s no road.

——因为它不存在，既没有通路也没有舟桨。

Now that you’ve wasted your life here, in this small corner,

在这里失去的生活，

you’ve destroyed it everywhere in the world.

你已经将它毁掉，在整个大地上。