Soft wind lingers amid the vapor of silence.
輕柔的風兒、徐徐低徊於闃寂的香薰裡。
The lost me always dream of this tepid sheen.
迷霧中的我，一直夢寐這亮晃晃的微溫。
Where can I stumble on the passion that the world still has?
到底在何處，可感受彌留世上的熾暖？
Where can I feel affection for those I should have known?
到底在何處，可愛一些我該遇上的人？

Trembling for the fear I may face sometimes,
總有些時候，會為驚恐的事顫抖哆嗦，
Scaring of the fire that burns behind.
也多害怕身後，那炬燃燒不泯的火狸。
What can I do to get rid of all these sighs?
到底要做什麼，才可撇掉這些哀號？
What can I sing to keep my faith alive?
到底可歌唱什麼，令信念雋永長存？

Consoling echo only conveys at tranquil place,
美曼的旋律，只在寧謐中徘徊傳送，
Blissful spirit merely hails in heart faraway.
欣慰的靈感，只凝聚於緬邈的心窩。
When can I see the sparkly faces descending from heaven?
到底何時，才能看到上天恩降的笑臉？
When can I walk through the gorgeous greenery of vivid charm?
到底何時，才能走過嬌繞稔色的田畦？

There’s indeed an answer from my Lord at all times:
由來尚矣的，我的上主也是這樣說：
“My precious child, your name is written on my palm, that I could never forget. Therefore, please do not be discouraged, when my answer is “Not Yet”
「我親愛的孩子，妳的名字早已寫在我掌心上，這是我不會忘記的。
因此，別為我一句 “尚未是時候” 的答案而失望沮喪啊。」

Written by Fête-Sebewe in Frigid Winter
惜筆於嚴冬

(惜030106)