181 我的昼间之花,落下它那被遗忘的花瓣。 在黄昏中,这花成熟为一颗记忆的金果。 My flower of the day dropped its petals forgotten. In the evening it ripens into a golden fruit of memory.朱一龙
186 他们嫉妒,他们残杀,人反而称赞他们。 然而上帝却害了羞,匆匆地把他的记忆埋藏在绿草下面。 They hated and killed and men praised them. But God in shame hastens to hide its memory under the green grass.朱一龙