浓雾仿佛是大地的愿望。它藏起了太阳，而太阳原是她所呼求的。
The mist is like the earth's desire.It hides
the sun for whom she cries.

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.