whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries,
这品性以她guo度的颜色(特 )Bi迫着我
rendering death and forever with each breathing
粉饰着死亡与永远地与对方的呼吸相随
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens ;
我真的不知道你为什么绽放和凋零(开合)
only something in me understands
我仅仅知道
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
你的眼的声音比所有玫瑰都深邃
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
没有任何东西,就算是小小的一滴雨露有如此小的手