The Letters

You never liked to get
The letters that I sent.
你从来就不想收到我写给你的信
But now you’ve got the gist
Of what my letters meant.
但是你现在终于找到我信里真实的含义
You’re reading them again,
The ones you didn’t burn.
你把那些你没烧掉的信翻出来重读一遍
You press them to your lips,
My pages of concern.
你吻了吻我充满关怀的话
I said there’d been a flood.
我告诉你这儿发生了水灾
I said there’s nothing left.
我告诉你什么都没留下
I hoped that you would come.
我想着你会来这儿
I gave you my address.
我给你留了我的地址
Your story was so long,
你的故事太长了
The plot was so intense,
情节又很复杂
It took you years to cross
The lines of self-defense.
它让你用了很多年才能穿越那条自我保护的防线
The wounded forms appear:
受伤的形象渐渐浮现
The loss, the full extent;
失落达到最大极限
And simple kindness here,
The solitude of strength.
还有简单的温柔 坚强的寂寞
You walk into my room.
You stand there at my desk,
你走进我的房间 站在我的桌子边
Begin your letter to
The one who’s coming next
开始写给下一个来客的信