童年
村边有一条小河
我有时站在河边想
在这同一个地方
是否有人也这样站过
并且我们的脚一样长
村边有一棵小橄榄树
我有时站在树下想
在这同一时刻
是否有人也站在橄榄树下
并且和我想的一模一样
childhood
There was a small river by the village
Sometimes I stood by the river and pondered
In this same place
Was there someone who had ever stood like me
and our feet were exactly the same size
There was a small olive tree at the edge of the village
Sometimes I stood under the tree and wondered
At this same moment
Was someone else also standing under an olive tree
And thought the same thought
童年
村边有一条小河
我有时站在河边想
在这同一个地方
是否有人也这样站过
并且我们的脚一样长
村边有一棵小橄榄树
我有时站在树下想
在这同一时刻
是否有人也站在橄榄树下
并且和我想的一模一样
childhood
There was a small river by the village
Sometimes I stood by the river and pondered
In this same place
Was there someone who had ever stood like me
and our feet were exactly the same size
There was a small olive tree at the edge of the village
Sometimes I stood under the tree and wondered
At this same moment
Was someone else also standing under an olive tree
And thought the same thought