You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long

你微微地笑着，不同我说什么话，而我觉得，为了这个，我已等待得久了

My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes

我的心是旷野的鸟，在你的眼睛里找到了它的天空

寒玉簪秋水，多美多美
你刻的簪子静卧在红木盒里，简单的纹理我抚过千万遍，日久渐平，却愈发觉得它小巧的身子里含蕴着我无法领会的言语
像是从存声的海螺里听见血液流动的声音
愈发贴近，愈觉得听闻它声声切切的在我耳畔厮磨
像极了刻簪人慢声细语的呼唤和嘱托