I am afraid.

我害怕。

Sound has stopped in the day

那一天声音会停止

And the images reel over

所有的影像旋转了

And over. Why all those tears,

又旋转。为什么外面的出租车

The wild grief on his face

他的脸上有那么多泪水

Outside the taxi? The sap

而他痛苦欲绝？

Of mourning rises

哀悼的汁液升起在

In our waving guests.

我们挥手的客人之间。

You sing behind the tall cake

你躲在巨大的蛋糕后面唱歌

Like a deserted bride

像一位被遗弃的新娘

Who persists, demented,

固执地，痴痴地

And goes through the ritual.

把所有的仪式都走完。

When I went to the Gents

当我向男厕走去，

There was a skewered heart

那里画着一颗被刺中的心

And a legend of love. Let me

和一段爱情故事。让我

Sleep on your breast to the airport.

枕着你的胸膛去机场。