有一些地方，我未曾愉快地游历过
有一些地方，我未曾愉快地游历过
在我的经历中，有一些地方我未曾愉快地游历过，
那是你眼中的沉默。
你最易感的体态包围着我，
而我却无法触及，因为它们离我太近，
而你轻轻的一眼就会令我眩晕。
虽然我已如手指一样封闭了我自己，
你却总是可以，一瓣一瓣的让我开启，
就如春风娴熟而神秘地，
抚摸开她的第一朵玫瑰。
可是如果你想让我关闭，
我和我的生命就会优美地闭合，
就如玫瑰的心想象着雪花，
轻轻地四处飘落，而忽然地合拢，
我想在这个世界上我们都可以感知到这一点，
就像你的轻轻令人震撼。
在雪白的世界里，雪花的纹理压在我身上，
在每一次呼吸之间，它带来死亡和永恒。
我不知道你的身上是什么在关闭和张开，
我只要朦胧地觉得，你眼中的情感，
让所有的玫瑰都逊色不已，
没有人，甚至是雨，拥有如此小巧的手。
Somewhere I Have never Traveled, Gladly Beyond
Somewhere I have never traveled,
Gladly beyond any experience, Your eyes have their silence.
In your most frail *gesture of things which enclose me
Which I cannot touch because they are too near,
The slightest look easily will enclose me.
Though I've closed myself as fingers,
You always open, *petal by petal, myself,
As spring opens, touching skillfully, mysteriously,
her first rose.
Or if your wish be to close me I and my life will shut, very Beautifully,
Suddenly is when the heart of this flower imagines the snow Carefully everywhere *descending.
I think which we are to *perceive in this world Equals the power of your intense fragility.
Its texture compels me with the color of its countries Rendering death and forever with each breathing.
I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens,
Only something in me understands a voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.