我们把世界看错了，反说它欺骗我们。
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.

使生如夏花之绚烂，死如秋叶之静美。
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

我想起了浮泛在生与爱与死的川流上的许多别的时代，以及这些时代之被遗忘，我便感觉到离开尘世的自由了。
I think of other ages that floated upon the stream of life and love and death and are forgotten, and I feel the freedom of passing away.

无名的日子的感触，攀缘在我的心上，正象那绿色的苔藓，攀
缘在老树的周身。
The touch of the nameless days clings to my heart like mosses round the old tree.