There is glass between our touch, 还有就是我们的触摸玻璃之间，

phantom limbs of former love... 前者的爱情幻像四肢...

and the truth is that I am so terrified 而事实是，我很害怕

   

that the callous is deeper 该冷酷更深

than the surface of our skin. 比我们的皮肤的表面上。

and it takes us twice as long, 它使我们的两倍长，

it takes us twice as long to heal. 它需要我们两倍的时间才能痊愈。

   

we'll lift up the ground to see 我们将举起地上看到

the system of roots beneath. 根的系统之下。

gears turn, endlessly, 齿轮转动，无休止地，

to bring the world back to life 使世界恢复生机

like clockwork, when it dies. 发条一样，当它死了。

   

the cadence of beating hearts, 心中跳动的节奏，

the click of its moving parts 它的运动部件点击

grows louder and louder 变得愈来愈大

from this restless earth... 从这个不安分的地球...

   

future gardens wait patiently below 未来园林耐心等待下文

and somehow we smell them blossom 不知何故，我们闻到它们开花

through the snow. 在雪地里。

   

still unsatisfied, 还是不满意，

we chase what we're denied. 我们追逐什么我们拒绝。

as generations wait, 作为几代等待，

we can't resist the taste of possibility. 我们无法抗拒的可能性的味道。

gears turn, endlessly, 齿轮转动，无休止地，

to bring us back to life again. 给我们带来起死回生了。

like clockwork, we begin. 发条一样，我们开始吧。