There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon 有迹象表明，步行到你喜欢的一些传球下午时间

Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon 夏季温暖她的蜜月打开的窗口

And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her 她选择了一个院子里烧，但在地记得她

Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms 木汤匙，她的孩子们挑起她的三角梅绽放

   

There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days 有些事情，渐行渐远像我们无尽的，编号为天

Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made 秋自爆被子马上完美的床，她做

And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings 而她选择了相信她妈妈唱的赞美诗

Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves 周日拉其子女落叶成堆

   

There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass 有迹象表明，通过所有我们的身体在草地上的帆船

Springtime calls her children 'till she let's them go at last 春天叫她的孩子，直到她让他们走在最后

And she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ring 而她选择的地方是，虽然她失去了她的结婚戒指

Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds 附近某处她错位的三角梅种子罐

   

There are things we can't recall, blind as night that finds us all 有些事情我们可以不记得，盲目晚上，发现我们所有人

Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls 冬季塔克斯她的孩子，她脆弱的中国娃娃

But my hands remember hers, rolling 'round the shaded ferns 但是，我的手还记得她，轧“圆的阴影蕨类植物

Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned 裸露的手臂，她的秘密还是很喜欢的歌我从来没有学过

   

There are names across the sea, only now I do believe 有隔海相望的名字，只是现在我相信

Sometimes, with the windows closed, she'll sit and think of me 有时候，与车窗紧闭，她会坐下来，想想我

But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know 但她会补他破烂的衣服，他们会接吻，好像他们知道

A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone 婴儿睡在我们所有的骨头，所以害怕独处