One night, perhaps, the same dream,

    grown hazy by morning.

    Every beginning

    is only a sequel, after all,

    and the book of events

    is always open halfway through.

    有一晚，也许同样的梦，

    到了早晨变得模糊。

    每个开始

    毕竟都只是续篇，

    而充满情节的书本

    总是从一半开始看起。