Line

线条像

drawn like

活生生的头发

living hair

牵引出

dead-of-night darkened

幽暗的死亡之夜

from you

从你那里

to me.

到我这里。

Held back

被羁勒在

outside
 leaning far over

外面

thirsting

我热切地

to kiss the end of the distances.

探身向前

要吻一切距离的终点。

The evening

throws the springboard

黄昏

of the night over the redness

自一片艳红

prolongs your spit of land

扔出黑夜的跳板

and I set my hesitating foot

延长了你的岬角

on the trembling strings

于是我就胆怯地把我的脚

of the death that has already begun.

放在我夜已开始的死亡

那颤抖的弦上。

But that is love –

但是这就是爱情—