如今我已不再置身事外,一切色彩皆已入声音与气味.且如曲调般绝美地鸣响.我何需书本呢?风翻彩叶,我知晓他们的话语,并时而柔声复诵.而那将眼睛如花般摘下的死亡,将无法企及我的双眸.
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.