线条像

Line

活生生的头发

drawn like

牵引出

living hair

幽暗的死亡之夜

dead-of-night darkened

从你那里

from you

到我这里。

to me.

被羁勒在

Held back

外面

outside
 leaning far over

我热切地

thirsting

探身向前

to kiss the end of the distances.

要吻一切距离的终点。

The evening

黄昏

throws the springboard

自一片艳红

of the night over the redness

扔出黑夜的跳板

prolongs your spit of land

延长了你的岬角

and I set my hesitating foot

于是我就胆怯地把我的脚

on the trembling strings

放在我夜已开始的死亡

of the death that has already begun.

那颤抖的弦上。

But that is love –

但是这就是爱情—