Line

航线仿佛

drawn like

生命跃动的发丝

living hair

被拖曳着

dead-of-night darkened

变成死亡暗夜般幽深的颜色

from you

从你那儿

to me.

流向我。

Held back

被绑缚在

outside
 leaning far over

外边

thirsting

我俯下身

to kiss the end of the distances.

渴求着

去亲吻那远方的尽头。

The evening

throws the springboard

黄昏

of the night over the redness

掷出夜的跳板

prolongs your spit of land

越过那片残红

and I set my hesitating foot

延伸着你的岬角

on the trembling strings

而我迟疑地把我的脚

of the death that has already begun.

踏到已然开始的死亡

那颤抖的弦上。

But that is love –

然而这就是爱情——