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. 有一次,我们梦见大家都是不相识的。我们醒了,却知道我们原是相亲相爱的。 Once we dreamt that we were strangers.We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
我今晨坐在窗前,世界如一个路人似的,停留了一会,向我点点头又走过去了。 I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes. 啊,美呀,在爱中找你自己吧,不要到你镜子的谄谀去找寻。 O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.
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.