Your hair waves once more when I weep. With the blue of your eyes

当我哭泣，你的头发再度扬起波浪。伴你眼中的

you lay the table of love: a bed between summer and autumn.

蓝色忧郁

We drink what somebody brewed, neither I nor you nor a third:

你摆下爱的餐桌：与一张床，在秋夏之间。

we lap up some empty and last thing.

我们对饮的是某人所酿，并非你我　也不是

第三个人：

We watch ourselves in the deep sea's mirrors and faster pass food to the other:

我们呷取着空虚与终结。

the night is the night, it begins with the morning,

beside you it lays me down.

我们自照在深海中的镜子，更快地把

酒菜传给对方：

夜晚成其夜晚，她与清晨一同降临，

把我安顿到你身边。