蜘蛛，多汁的水晶以及银河，在他的网上漂流穿过夜空

The spider, juiced crystal and Milky Way, drifts on his web through the night sky

它俯视着，等待我们攀升……

And looks down, waiting for us to ascend ...

黄昏时分他仍在那儿，隐形，呼吸急促，修补着他的网。

At dawn he is still there, invisible, short of breath, mending his net.

整个早晨我们寻找那从湖上升起的白色的脸，仿佛一颗小小的星。

All morning we look for the white face to rise from the lake like a tiny star.

而当它升起时，我们躺回我们含水的毛发和岩石。

And when it does, we lie back in our watery hair and rock.