You never liked to get 你从来都不喜欢让

The letters that I sent. 我发送的信件。

But now you've got the gist 但现在你已经有了精神

Of what my letters meant. 什么我的信的意思。

You're reading them again, 你又在看他们，

The ones you didn't burn. 那些你没烧。

You press them to your lips, 按他们的嘴唇，

My pages of concern. 我的页面关注。

I said there'd been a flood. 我说有自己被洪水。

I said there's nothing left. 我说什么都不剩。

I hoped that you would come. í希望你会来。

I gave you my address. 我给你我的地址。

Your story was so long, 你的故事是如此的漫长，

The plot was so intense, 该地块是如此激烈，

It took you years to cross 你花了多年的跨越

The lines of self-defense. 自卫的线条。

The wounded forms appear: 受伤的形式出现：

The loss, the full extent; 损失，充分的程度;

And simple kindness here, 这里朴实善良，

The solitude of strength. 实力的孤独。

You walk into my room. 你走进我的房间。

You stand there at my desk, 你站在那里，在我的办公桌上，

Begin your letter to 开始你的信

The one who's coming next. 一个谁是接下来。