作品：第三个冬天

创伤愈合得如此缓慢，

我甚至不知痛苦几时去远，

当回头看，才发现，

来路何其黯淡。

痛苦像一件不离身的长裙，

夜晚就飘荡在床前，

所以我说不出，自何时，

它不再将我裹紧。

它并未离去，我们仍相依，

只是它不再那么用力，

仿佛把针插回针垫，

轻柔地，插进我心间。

我也无法追踪它平复的痕迹，

那痕迹只会将我带向荒原，

就这样吧，我的心，

荒原中我们依稀得到了平静。

It ceased to hurt me, though so slow

I could not feel the trouble go –

But only knew by looking back –

That something – had benumbed the Track –?

Nor when it altered, I could say

For I had worn it, every day

As constant as the Childish frock –

I hung upon the Peg, at night

But not the Grief - that nestled close

As Needles – ladies softly press

To Cushions Cheeks –

To keep their place –?

Nor what consoled it, I could trace –

Except, whereas 'twas Wilderness –

It's better – almost Peace –

BGM：那个人