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Lying apart now, each in a separate bed静静躺着，在两张分开的床上He with a book keeping the light on late他，留着一盏小灯翻书夜读She like a girl dreaming of childhood她，像个孩子一样梦回童年All men elsewhere - it is as if they wait some new event:所有世上的人-似乎都期待着崭新生活The book he holds unread他捧着的书，还未轻启品读Her eyes fixed on the shadows overhead她盯着上方的阴影，还未合上双眼Tossed up like flotsam from a former passion假装从先前的激情中清醒，准备匆匆入睡How cool they lie.They hardly ever touch多么平静的谎言，他们根本甚少碰触对方Or if they do, it is like a confession或许他们有接触，这像一场供认Of having little feeling - or too much彼此没有太多感觉-或是情感满溢Chastity faces them a destination贞洁仍留，像是整段生命For which their whole lives were a preparation都在为抵达目的地做准备Strangely apart, yet strangely close together莫名分离，又莫名靠近Silence between them like a thread to hold沉默，像他们间牵着的细线And not wind in互不被卷入And time itself's a feather, touching them gently时间像片羽毛，轻轻在他们生命中拂过Do they know they're old他们是否意识到自己已然老去These two who are my father and my mother他们，是我的父亲和母亲Whose fire from which I came, has now grown cold在我初降临时激动难抑，现今的感情正逐渐冷却了吗