The angel asked, as his shoulders were pressed into the stone

当他的肩膀被压在石头上时，天使问道

Why me? And taken away from the inhabited body,

为什么是我？为什么是我？

Like the lyric voice rustling from memory forests,

就像记忆森林中沙沙作响的抒情声音，

Childhood rushes toward death, a wind in those woods,

童年冲向死亡，是森林里的一阵风，

Crashing through trees, dying out,

穿过树丛，渐渐消失，

Settling like a white mist over everything.

如白雾般笼罩一切。