這個合上眼睛都見到花瓣飄落的季節，逐漸彌漫而來的一場霧帶我回到那一天，遇上一個沒有擦亮眼睛的人偶
後來再見的時候，他似乎上了鏈一樣閃動着眼睛，有一瞬間，看見一個裝滿星星的世界在他的眼睛裏面，藏着一張黑眼睛的臉
被白的淡粉色點綴的樹下，他被緩緩下降的花瓣染成淡粉色
In a season where even closing my eyes revealed falling petals, a mist gradually enveloped me, taking me back to that day when I encountered a doll with lost and bewildered eyes.
When we met again, his eyes sparkled like a mechanically operated doll that came to life. In that moment, I caught a glimpse of a world filled with stars within his eyes, concealing a face with black eyes.
Underneath a tree adorned with white and pale pink, he was dyed a soft shade of pink by the slowly descending petals.
這塊花瓣燙在他心裏的某一頁
壓在一本厚厚的白紙書裏
This petal seared onto a certain page in his heart,
Pressed within the pages of a thick white paper book.
那個人在他的時光裏，打翻了一瓶淡粉色的酒，流入他的夢境，形成一種溫柔的病，隨時發作
In his timeline, that person accidentally spilled a bottle of pale pink wine, flowing into his dreams and creating a gentle malady that could flare up at any moment.
就有一顆樹和一個湖作為旅行的起點
突然而來的霧把他推入夢境
來到一座棕紅色的木箱前
他打開了一扇窗
打開了一杯藏著桂花的杯子
打開了自己的白紙書
打開了花園的一道門
There was a tree and a lake serving as the starting point of the journey. Suddenly, a mist emerged and whisked him away into a dream. He arrived in front of a chest with a mahogany hue. He opened a window.
He opened a cup containing osmanthus flowers. He opened his own blank paper book.
He opened a gate in the garden.
