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The streets are empty.
Wind skims the voids keeping neighbors apart, as if grazing the hollow of a cut reed,
or say, a plundered mailbox. A familiar note is produced.
It's the one Desolation plays to keep its instrument in tune.
ある漫画からなんですがこの文章をかっこ良く翻訳して頂けませんか？自分の英語力では直訳すら怪しいので...
また、できましたら
"Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones,
as wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire." -Walt Whitman
こちらもお願いします。