Procession moves on, the shouting is over, 游行移动时，喊一过，

Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone. 赞美亲人的荣耀，现在没有了。

Talking aloud as they sit round their tables, 大声说话，因为他们围坐其表，

Scattering flowers washed down by the rain. 散花被雨水冲刷下来。

Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden, 在花园的脚站在门口，

Watching them pass like clouds in the sky, 看着他们通过像天空中的云，

Try to cry out in the heat of the moment, 尽量哭出来的那一刻的热量，

Possessed by a fury that burns from inside. 由愤怒，燃烧，从里面占有。

   

Cry like a child, though these years make me older, 哭的像个孩子，虽然这些年来让我年纪大了，

With children my time is so wastefully spent, 有了孩子我的时间是这样浪费了，

A burden to keep, though their inner communion, 一种负担不断，虽然他们的内心交流，

Accept like a curse an unlucky deal. 接受像一个魔咒不吉利的交易。

Played by the gate at the foot of the garden, 在花园底下玩过的门，

My view stretches out from the fence to the wall, 我的看法伸出栅栏墙，

No words could explain, no actions determine, 没有的话可以解释，没有动作判断，

Just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall. 只是看着树木和树叶，因为他们跌倒。