万物衰老腐朽，万事破败荒凉，

All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,

路边孩童哀哀哭叫，路上马车嘎嘎作响；

The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,

农夫耕地脚步沉重，冬日泥土翻浪：

The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,

你的幻影遭到扭曲，那是一朵玫瑰在我心底绽放。

Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.

世上的一切都被扭曲，这种扭曲难以言状；

The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told;

我渴求重塑世界，让绿色围在我的身旁，

I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart,

再造的天、地、山、水是黄金的宝盒，

With the earth and the sky and the water, re-made, like a casket of gold

把你在我梦中的幻影珍藏，那是一朵玫瑰在我心底绽放。

For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.