English translation (AI-generated)

If only sight could be hidden away,
then in the fog I could paint an illusion:
on a night without stars or moon,
a blue-green ocean drifts.

The evening wind trembles with the strings,
and like an earthquake shatters the long reach of the shore.
The fire of thunder and lightning arrives —
in an instant the world is left only gold.
With a single cry, gone:
the sun is flung into the firmament,
to the end of the grave’s abyss.
Memory at last sheds its disguise:

on a night without stars or moon,
the blue-green ocean
drifts with endless sorrow.

3 February 2025, in Los Angeles

倘若视野能够隐藏
我便得以在迷雾里绘出假象：
无星无月的夜晚
漂浮着青绿的海洋

晚风随着琴弦颤栗，
如地震般击碎海岸的绵长
雷电的火光到访
刹那间世界只剩金黄
一声去也
太阳被丢入苍穹
坟墓深渊的尽头
回忆终于蜕去了伪装：

无星无月的夜晚
青绿的海洋
漂浮着不尽的忧伤

2025年2月3日于洛杉矶