I try to drink reminiscence away/我试图借酒浇忧

I try to drink reminiscence away

Yet more fragments of homevillage float up

First rush mildly in the veins 

Then surge wildly in the guts

With the rosy fluid

Finally shoots at the hearty target

With a soundless BANG.

We get drunken not by the rosy or scarlet fluid 

But by the rosiness and scarlet in our veins, guts and hearts

Our veins, guts, hearts and our homevillage

Are not the destination

But the medium

Through which we lose and find 

Our self.

我试图借酒浇忧

可故乡的碎片浮上心头

它们先是在血管中温和游走

然后在五脏六腑奔流冲突

和着那玫瑰色

最终击中靶心

发出无声的巨响

醉酒并非因为那玫瑰或深红的液体

而是由于我们心肺血脉中的玫瑰和深红

我们的脏腑心肺甚至我们的故乡

也不是皈依之地

而是一种

我们

丢失和找回自己的

方式