一截大理石墙
二十六个字母
便把这么多年青的名字
嵌入历史
万人冢中
一个踽踽独行的老妪
终于找到了
她的爱子
此刻她正紧闭双眼
用颤悠悠的手指
沿着他冰冷的额头
找那致命的伤口
A block of marble
and twenty six letters of the alphabet
etch so many young names
onto history
Wandering alone
amid the mass grave
an old woman has at last found
her only child
and with her eyes tightly shut
her trembling fingers now feel
for the mortal wound
on his ice-cold forehead