就像那些小小的北极的花，

开在雪线边缘。

划着维度慢慢漂远，

越来越迷惑于所见。

它看见长夏的国度，

看见阳光穿透蓝天，

看见奇妙又烂漫的花丛，

还有叽喳的鸟儿，说着异域的语言……

那么，如果这小小的花儿，

去的是伊甸园，她会看见——

看见什么？为何空无一物？

——因为你所谓的乐园，

只有，一个空洞的理念。

As if some little Arctic flower

Upon the polar hem

Went wandering down the Latitudes

Until it puzzled came

To continents of summer

To firmaments of sun

To strange, bright crowds of flowers

And birds, of foreign tongue!

I say, As if this little flower

To Eden, wandered in

What then? Why nothing,

Only, your inference therefrom!

BGM: 似水流年