像红色的种子，我的灵魂装得太满
一厢情愿，无论怎样，一腔热血。
它们中只有一个为
对她永远的回忆留下最大的一席之地，
她的生命，来自亚当，一旦开始滚动，
虽然，或许，你根本不唤她夏娃，---
你会同意失去你的肋骨给她
痛苦源于她---设想为幸福的。
你孩提时就在为她建造宫殿
但不能通过你一生的逃避终结它
现在夜幕降临了深深的寂静，
我们正在寻找一块石头做它的墙。
..Like with red seeds, my soul’s overfilled
With wishful thinking and, for all, a bleed.
Just one of them is most nested for
Being forever a recall of her,
Whose life, from Adam, once began to roll,
Tho’, maybe, you didn’t call her Eve, at all –
For her you would agree your rib to miss
And pains from her – to contemplate as bliss.
To build her palace you’d begun a child,
But could not end it through your lifetime’s flight...
And now in silence of the deep night’s fall,
I’m looking for a stone for its wall.
