航线仿佛

Line

生命跃动的发丝

drawn like

被拖曳着

living hair

变成死亡暗夜般幽深的颜色

dead-of-night darkened

从你那儿

from you

流向我。

to me.

被绑缚在

Held back

外边

outside
 leaning far over

我俯下身

thirsting

渴求着

to kiss the end of the distances.

去亲吻那远方的尽头。

The evening

黄昏

throws the springboard

掷出夜的跳板

of the night over the redness

越过那片残红

prolongs your spit of land

延伸着你的岬角

and I set my hesitating foot

而我迟疑地把我的脚

on the trembling strings

踏到已然开始的死亡

of the death that has already begun.

那颤抖的弦上。

But that is love –

然而这就是爱情——