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I Write in the Dark of Night
《我在黑夜里写下》
In the dark of night I write down streetlights, streets and a stranger rushing about
我在黑夜里写下路灯、街道和一个四处奔波的外乡人
In the dark of night I write down women workers at a clothes plant and the coughs of their destiny
我在黑夜里写下制衣厂的女工和她们命运中的咳嗽
In the dark of night I write down the furnace fires of ironmongery and a finger swallowed by a machine
我在黑夜里写下五金厂的炉火以及一截让机器吞掉的手指
I write a streetlight, it's solitary, yes, it's so like a homesick person
我写到路灯，它孤独，是啊，它多像一个乡愁病患者
I write a street, it's broad, lights burning bright, but where's a place for me to stand
我写到街道，它宽广，灯火辉煌，但是哪里又有我站立的地方
I write a furnace at an ironmonger's, its dim light illuminates my pallid youth
我写到五金厂的炉火，它暗淡的光啊，照亮我苍白的青春
I write of love, its sweet taste, it doesn't know how bitter tomorrow will be
我写到爱情，它甜蜜的味儿，它不知明天会怎样的辛酸
I write of Jute Ridge, this coastal village that's taken in three years of my youth
我写到黄麻岭，这个收藏我三年青春的沿海村庄
Ah, finally, I'll write of myself, a girl from Sichuan rushing about
啊，我最后将写到自己，一个四处奔波的四川女孩
Ah, this menial-worker life—what sort of loneliness and fate must I endure
啊，这打工生活——我将要忍受怎样的孤独与命运
