I no longer have to do without now,

如今我已不再置身事外，

all colors are translated

一切色彩皆已化入

into sounds and smells.

声音与气味。

And they ring infinitely sweet like tones.

且如曲调般绝美地鸣响。

why should I need a book?

我何必需要书本呢？

The wind leafs through the tree;

风翻动林叶，

and I know what passes there for words,

我知晓它们的话语，

and sometimes repeat them softly.

并时而柔声复诵。

And death, who plucks eye like flowers,

而那将眼睛如花朵般摘下的死亡，

doesn't find my eyes...

将无法企及我的双眸…