
森林深处,一棵树倒下,无人听见。
它存在过吗?也许,只有那片寂静知道。
冬天的海,两个模糊的身影,风已吹散。
我们来过吗?你说,回忆是下半生的事。
Deep in the forest, a tree falls, unheard.
Did it ever exist? Perhaps, only the silence knows.
By a winter sea, two blurred figures, scattered by the wind.
Were we ever here? You said, memory is for the second half of life.