十一月一日。金色的树叶

November the 1st. Gold leaves

在风的蓝色链条中私语。

Whisper their sentences through the blue chains of the wind.

我剥开一个角豆荚。

I open a saint-john’s-bread.

绿苹果，一床沾了污渍的被子，

Green apples,a stained quilt,

天空黑色的钟被重置于未来时。

The black clock of the heavens reset in the future tense.

解救是件简单的事。

Salvation’s a simple thing.