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.
我的昼间之花,落下它那被遗忘的花瓣。 My flower of the day dropped its petals forgotten.