My life was closed twice before it ended;
It remains to be seen.
If immortality lifts its veil
The third thing for me,
So huge, unimaginable,
Just like these two arrival.
Parting is all we know about heaven,
The hell we need.
Emily Dickinson (1830–86)
I've lost two relatives,
However, I still don't know.
Will God still arrange it?
The third time?
So miserable, so desperate,
Guys, where are you going?
So, the dead saw heaven,
Living people, taste the taste of hell.
-Emily Dickinson (1830- 1886)
(translated by Ruan Yifeng)