Why did I dream of you last night？
　　Now morning is pushing back hair with grey light.
　　Memories strike home, like slaps in the face;
　　Raised on elbow, I stare at the pale fog
　　beyond the window.
So many things I had thought forgotten
　　Return to my mind with stranger pain:
　　—Like letters that arrive addressed to someone
　　Who left the house so many years ago.
　　现在黎明已至，用它灰白色的光梳理我的头发
　　?忆撞击心门，似乎也在拍打着我的面颊
　　我用手臂撑起身子，凝望苍白的雾霭
　　透过那边的窗台
那些我原本以为早已忘却的事
　　此刻却带着莫名的痛楚重回心中
　　——就像那些寄给故人的信笺
　　在它们送达之时 早已是人去楼空