当他的肩膀被压在石头上时，天使问道

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

为什么是我？为什么是我？

Why me? And taken away from the inhabited body,

就像记忆森林中沙沙作响的抒情声音，

Like the lyric voice rustling from memory forests,

童年冲向死亡，是森林里的一阵风，

Childhood rushes toward death, a wind in those woods,

穿过树丛，渐渐消失，

Crashing through trees, dying out,

如白雾般笼罩一切。

Settling like a white mist over everything.