My Excellent Taste in Suicide

I have never intentionally fallen from a great height,

But I understand the feel of concrete,

It doesn’t bring me comfort.

The corpse in summer don’t stay fresh for long,

So we indulge in moist, sweet dreams.

Spring, in eternal slumber beneath fallen leaves and mud.

我不曾从故意从高楼跌落，

但我明白，水泥的触感，

并不让我舒服

夏日里的尸身并不能新鲜太久，

于是我们做起了湿润甘甜的美梦

春天，在落叶和污泥之下的永眠