當黑夜將盡,
日出即臨,
我們伸手可觸太空,
該是時候梳理頭髮,
露出酒窩笑容,
奇怪我們曾經,
為那個已經消逝的老子夜,
擔驚受怕了一個鐘。
(老哈譯,2019.8.1前)
And Sunrise grows so near
That we can touch the Spaces
It's time to smooth the Hair
And get the Dimples ready
And wonder we could care
For that old—faded Midnight
That frightened—but an Hour
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