我脱掉我的衬衫，让你看。

I take off my shirt, I show you.

我剃掉腋下的毛。

I shaved the hair out under my arms.

我卷起裤脚，用一把刀子

I roll up my pants, I scraped off the hair   

刮掉腿上的毛，让它显得更白。

on my legs with a knife, getting white.

我头发的颜色是砍倒的枫树。

My hair is the color of chopped maples.   

我的眼睛像南方的豆子一样黑。

My eyes dark as beans cooked in the south.   

(在破碎的小山顶，月亮上的煤田）

(Coal fields in the moon on torn-up hills)

皮肤就像明朝的瓷碗一样光滑

Skin polished as a Ming bowl

现出它的血痕，它的岁月，我知道

showing its blood cracks, its age, I have hundreds   

一百种雪的名字，但面对着它，所有的词都沉默了。

of names for the snow, for this, all of them quiet.

那一晚我来到你身边感受耻辱：

In the night I come to you and it seems a shame   

把我最深的战栗浪费在一面男人的石墙上。

to waste my deepest shudders on a wall of a man.

你能认出陌生人，

You recognize strangers,

觉得自己在毁灭中幸存。

think you lived through destruction.

但你不能解释这一夜，我的面孔，你的记忆。

You can’t explain this night, my face, your memory.

你想知道我知道些什么？

You want to know what I know?   

你自己的手在说谎。

Your own hands are lying.