我在樓下靠著大理石牆

Downstairs, I leaned against a marble wall,

打開書，這時海風吹來，

opening a book, when a seabreeze touched me.

我什麼也沒看進去，

I couldn't focus

而只是任由書頁翻飛，

but let the pages flutter

任由我的白襯衫翻飛，

as my white shirt fluttered,

任由海風吹拂我灌注我，

as sea air filled me.

而我不敢抬頭看海面，

I dared not search the waves

看風的來源，看我自己

for the wind's eye, nor face my own joy

擺出迎風享受的姿勢，

bent toward it,

因為我知道我一抬頭

recalling how Orpheus,

就會像奧爾菲斯回頭

with one glance

那樣，失去得到的。

lost everything.