City of blue tile. 市蓝瓦。

Figure in Ceramics. 图中陶瓷。

Where we reach out. 我们伸出手。

Grab for Porcelain. 抢的瓷器。

   

But it's too fragile to hold. 但它太脆弱持有。

And it shatters in our hands. 它打破在我们手中。

In time the seasons will seal these shards. 随着时间的推移季节将这些封印碎片。

Into the slits that denote your wrists. 成指手腕缝。

   

Death is the answer. 死亡就是答案。

To calculations composed of motions that are the same. 以计算的运动是相同的组成。

And secret and different 和秘密以及不同

A missing alphabet with a message for us. 如果丢失一个字母与我们留言。

   

When people die. 当人死去。

(DIE,DIE!) （死，死！ ）

They take a piece of us with them. 他们把一块我们与他们。

(PEOPLE DIE AND DIE!) （人死了，死了！ ）

And holes in clouds are minutes passing. 而在云洞是合格分钟。

(DIE AND DIE!) （芯片和芯片！ ​​）

Rescind this line and several ties. 撤销这条线和几个关系。

(PEOPLE DIE AND DIE EVERYDAY!) （人模及模具EVERYDAY ！ ）

The skyline unfolds into explanation. 天际线展开成的解释。

   

That sometimes words give up. 有时话放弃。

And silently walk off the edge of the page. 默默地走在页面的边缘。

And here the cry opens up reveals the word inside. 这里的一声打开了里面揭示了字。

The crack in the porcelain. 在瓷器的裂纹。

   

The silent line of sky-lit eyes show. 天空明亮的眼睛无声的行显示。

Death up there shine more brightly than lives down here. 死在那里照得更亮比生活在此地。

Try and live. 试着和生活。