生命的游戏转瞬结束，生命的玩具一件件被遗弃在后面，然后被忘却。

Life's play is swift, Life's playthings fall behind one by one and are forgotten.

我的花啊，不要在傻瓜的扣眼里找寻你的天堂。

Myflower; seek not thy paradise in a fool's buttonhole.

我的新月，你起来晚了，但是我的夜莺还保持清醒来与你打招呼。

Thou hast risen late, my crescent moon, but my night bird is still awake to greet thee.

黑夜是遮了面纱的新娘沉静地期望着那流转的光重回到她怀抱。

Darkness is the veiled bride silently waiting for the errant light to return to her bosom.

树木是大地对聆听的天空不停地无止境的倾诉。

Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

我嘲笑自己时，自我的重担就减轻了。

The burden of self is lightened when I laugh at myself.

弱者也可能是令人畏惧的，因为他们奋力地想表现得强大。

The weak can be terrible because they try furiously to appear strong.

天堂的风吹起，船锚死命地抓住泥浆，我的小船就用胸膛紧偎着锚链。

The wind of heaven blows, the anchor desperately clutches the mud, and my boat is beating its breast against the chain.