Losing

Losing too is still ours; and even forgetting

still has a shape in the kingdom of transformation.

When something's let go of, it circles; and though we are

rarely the center

of the circle, it draws around us its unbroken, marvelous

curve. 

（Original Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke， English translation by A. Poulin)

失去

失去也是我們自己的；哪怕是忘記

在轉變的領域裏 也還是保持了特定的形狀

當你對什麽東西放開手 它會盤旋而去 雖然我們

很少會成為被圍繞的中心 但它總會在我們的四周畫出那條

不間斷的 美妙的

曲線