What can I hold you with? 我用什么才能留住你？ What can I hold you with? 我用什么才能留住你？ I offer you lean streets, desperate sunsets, the moon of the jagged suburbs. 我给你贫穷的街道，绝望的日落，嶙峋郊外的月亮。 I offer you the bitterness of a man who has looked long and long at the lonely moon. 我给你一位久久凝望孤月之人的悲戚。 I offer you my ancestors, my dead men, the ghosts that living men have honored in marble: my father's father killed in the frontier of Buenos Aires, two bullets through his lungs, bearded and dead, wrapped by his soldiers in the hide of a cow; my mother’s grandfather -just twenty-four- heading a charge of three hundred men in Perú, now ghosts on vanished horses. 我给你我的先祖，我已逝的先人，那被生者以大理石纪念的在天之灵：我父亲的父亲牺牲在布宜诺斯艾利斯的前线.........
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