圖："Broadway and 42nd Street" by Childe Hassam


Stop running.
We are old.
The street is swelling.
Yet we are getting small.

Stop talking.
We are old.
There are rules to obey
as the marching trumpets fade away.

Let us sleep, face to face.
Some naughty laughter will take us to an endless river.
Let us jump in, and swim.

別跑了
我們老了
街在脹大
我們卻在縮小

別說了
我們老了
要遵守規則
彷若漸漸遠逝的小號聲

讓我們睡吧，面對面
讓淘氣的笑聲帶我們去一條無盡的河
讓我們跳進去，游