I think I grow tensions

我想我培植了紧张的感情

like flowers

好象花朵

in a wood where

在树林里，那儿

nobody goes.

没有人经过。

Each wound is perfect,

每一个创口都是完整的

encloses itself in a tiny

在那微小不可见的花朵里

imperceptible blossom,

封锁着自己

making pain.

产生痛苦

Pain is a flower like that one,

痛苦是一朵花，象那朵

like this one,

象这朵

like that one,

象那朵

like this one.

象这朵