世界对着它的爱人,把它浩翰的面具揭下了。 它变小了,小如一首歌,小如一回永恒的接吻。 the world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. it becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
我说不出这心为什么那样默默地颓丧着。 是为了它那不曾要求,不曾知道,不曾记得的小小的需要。 i cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence. it is for small needs it never asks, or knows or remembers.