We forgot to wind up

我们忘了

the clock of our nights.

给我们每个夜晚的时钟上发条。

And now look at our bodies jammed

现在看看我们卡住的身体

like cog-wheels that do not know

像不懂怎样咬合的

how to engage, trying to take up

齿轮，想要重新开始

the constant gyratory movement

持续的圆周运动，

shared by the earth, the hurricane,

像大地，风暴，

the dance and the snake. Life turns

舞蹈，还有蛇那样。生命

upon itself like the blind rhythm

颠覆，地球盲目的

of the sphere. And now you are striking

节奏。现在你敲

twelve o’clock midnight, and I, twelve

午夜十二点，我敲，正午

noon, now stopped for ever

十二点，现在永远停下

like two rusty hands

像两根生锈的指针

that will never again cross each other’s

再不会交汇在彼此

love path, hate path.

爱的道路，恨的道路。

It was a simple matter. And we forgot it.

原本简单的事，我们忘了去做。