他们倒下，像雪片；他们倒下，像流星，

They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,

像花瓣从玫瑰脱落；

Like petals from a rose,

当一阵突如其来的风，

When suddenly across the June

它的手指从六月里扫过。

A wind with fingers goes.

他们腐烂了，在密密的草丛里，

They perished in the seamless grass, --

在无人知晓的所在；

No eye could find the place;

但上帝自有永不销毁的名册，

But God on his repealless list

可把他们的面容一一召来。

Can summon every face.