Poem About Death

It feels so strange
好奇怪啊
Shameless to think of death
死亡竟是无耻的
When none of those one knows has died
当没有人懂得死亡

昨晚我梦见我死去了
Last night I dreamt I was dead
我和我的狗一起跑进死者的房间
I came running with my dog into the room of the dead
却什么也没有看见

只有一些石头和灌木
There was nothing to be seen
这就是旅者常说的景观
Only stones and a few bushes
我宁愿死在这里
A landscape that travellers have often spoken of
但在自己家中 我却没有死

所有的死亡
I would rather not die here
所有的死亡
But in my own home, where I was not dead
都是生命的一课

写下死亡
All the death
在诗歌中描述着关于死亡的感受
All the death
面对死亡 我就像一只动物
In the course of a life
动物会死去 但他们不会留下任何东西
Write about death
文字在飞逝流失
Describe in the poem what you feel, concerning death
到处都是他们的尸体 从白纸上被人类扫走了
In the face of death I'm like an animal
And the animal can die, but write nothing

The words die like flies
Their corpses everywhere, swept away from the white paper