被风吹过来的

风把童年吹到脸上，闭上眼就回去了。
雨后泥土混着青草香、奶奶晒过的棉被、
老院子的栀子树下、晚风里冰汽水开瓶的甜凉
——都是回不去的地方，但风记得。

Something drifting through the afternoon
Warm bread rising in a room I never knew
Wasn't looking for it, wasn't even there
But the wind brought it here
And that's the thing about air
What it takes away, what it lingers
风从旧时光里吹来
闭上眼就回到那天
雨后泥土混着青草的香
奶奶晒过的棉被裹着太阳的暖
栀子树下的我什么都不想
抓不住的味道散在风里
赤脚踩过的泥地
蜻蜓停在竹竿上晾着翅膀
那些味道散在风里
Alive and light and passing through
风从旧时光里吹来
睁开眼还在笑着
A breath of air that wasn't meant for me
A second of someone else's ordinary
Crossing paths with something good
Passing through the neighborhood
Fireworks dissolve in the new year air
Seconds no one keeps
But the wind carries them somewhere
And someone breathes them in
轻轻吸气风在
呼出去就真的要散了
童年不肯等我
我也不肯放它走