Time stops by a flower.
时间停留在一朵花旁边
Young she was in her own
青春永远属于她自己
but her love
但是她的爱
It was love
却永远是爱
brought her, as it brings
all of us in the end,
带领她和所有的我们直到最后
face
against glass,
隔着玻璃的脸
to demand
brokenly of the anonymous: Who am I?
向匿名者不断追寻,究竟我是谁呢?