同咪咪 我也不认识 耸肩
I no longer have to do without now,
all colors are translated into soumds and smells
and they ring infinitely sweet like tones.
Why should I need a book?
The wind leafs through the trees;
and I know what passes there for words,
and sometimes repeat them softly.
And Death,who plucks eyes like flowers,
doesn't find my eyes......
