还有很多茧子,投生前的蝴蝶,正在墓里梦想未来的岁月,她也任它们粘在杉树干上,在那喷香、光滑而幽黑的树皮上。

• And many an antenatal tomb, Where butterflies dream of the life to come, She left clinging round the smooth and dark Edge of the odorous cedar bark.