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
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
