寻风-黄昏-03

你见过月亮吗？明天问晚风。见过啊，它啊，早在你看不见的昨夜被我和着树丛一起吹离了轨道，自由自在了。

Have you seen the moon? Ask the evening breeze tomorrow. "Of course I have," it'll whisper. "Last night—when your eyes were elsewhere— I blew her right off her path, wrapped her in the rustling arms of the treetops. Now she's drifting freely, light as a secret, going wherever she pleases."