Our names are the light that glows on the sea waves at night and then dies without leaving its signature.

我们的名字，便是夜里海波上发出的光，痕迹也不留就抿灭了。

Kicks only raise dust and not crops from the earth.

踢足只能从地上扬起尘土而不能得到收获。

The movement of life has its rest in its own music.

生命的运动在它自己的音乐里得到它的休息。

Those who have everything but you, my God, laugh at those who have nothing but yourself.

那些有一切东西而没有您的人，我的上帝，在讥笑着那些没有别的东西而只有您的人呢。

The fountain of death makes the still water of life play.

死之流泉，使生的止水跳跃。

My friend, your great heart shone with the sunrise of the East like the snowy summit of a lonely hill in the dawn.

我的朋友，你伟大的心闪射出东方朝阳的光芒，正如黎明中的一个积雪的孤峰。

Life has become richer by the love that has been lost.

生命因为付出了的爱情而更为富足。

The world does not leak because death is not a crack.

世界不会流失，因为死亡并不是一个罅隙。

The storm is like the cry of some god in pain whose love the earth refuses.

狂风暴雨象是在痛苦中的某个天神的哭声，因为他的爱情被大地所拒绝。

Make me your cup and let my fulness be for you and for thine.

把我当做你的杯吧，让我为了你，而且为了你的人而盛满水吧。