You carved our initials 你刻了英文缩写

into these family trees. 在这些家谱。

but when the branches are bare and broken, 但是当树枝都是光秃秃的破碎，

love is so hard to reach. 爱情是如此的难以到达。

   

we've learned to brace for the worst 我们已经学会了振奋了最坏的打算

and to read the last pages first, 并先阅读最后一页，

surrender feels safe. 投降感到安全。

   

maybe the soul is the soil that holds the fallen seed, 也许灵魂是持有倒下的种子在土壤，

or the light pouring down in between the rain clouds, 或者在雨云之间的光倾泻而下，

daring life to reach; 大胆的生命到达;

or maybe it's the rings in the trunk of the tree, 或者也许是环树的树干，

a birthmark time will leave 胎记时会留下

to measure the past. 衡量过去。

   

but we can't dream when we're wide awake 但我们不能梦想，当我们清醒

or fall in love with a heart too strong to break. 或者爱上一个心脏牢不可破。

   

faith is expensive to taste, 信仰是昂贵的味道，

and time is borrowed loose change 时间是借来的零钱

that's already been spent. 这已经被用了。

   

maybe the soul is the tone of voice 也许是灵魂，是说话的语气

that unearthed the words that we needed... 在出土的，我们需要的话...

   

maybe the soul is a suitcase that holds the backup plan - 也许是灵魂，是一个手提箱存放备份计划 -

a collection of keys and the patience we need 键的集合，我们需要耐心

to start again. 重新开始。

   

maybe it's the thresholds that swallow us whole 也许那就是把我们吞下去整个门槛

as we learn to let go, 当我们学会放手，

in spite of the dirt on our clothes. 尽管在我们的衣服上的污垢。