如今我已不再置身事外,一切色彩皆已入聲音與氣味.且如曲調(diào)般絕美地鳴響.我何需書本呢?風(fēng)翻彩葉,我知曉他們的話語,并時(shí)而柔聲復(fù)誦.而那將眼睛如花般摘下的死亡,將無法企及我的雙眸.
I no longer have to do without now,all colors are translated into soumds and smells.and they ring infinitely sweet like tones.Why should I need a book?The wind leafs through the trees;and I know what passes there for words,and sometimes repeat them softly.And Death,who plucks eyes like flowers,doesn't find my eyes.