Hold your breath and count to 28. 屏住呼吸数到28 。

Change is slow but I feel it taking shape. 变化是缓慢的，但我觉得它正在形成。

Folding over us like waves 折叠着我们像波浪

On origami ocean tides, we sway 在折纸海洋潮汐，我们挥洒

   

Like blueprints constantly being rearranged. 像蓝图不断地被重新安排。

Over microscopes we plan and strain. 在我们计划的显微镜和应变。

   

The finest print in the whitest ink, 最好打印在白的墨水，

Before it dries, there's no time to think. 之前它变干，没有时间去思考。

It feels like everything we've known is sink or swim 这感觉就像我们所知道的一切就是优胜劣汰

   

But grey is not a compromise - 但灰色是不是一种妥协 -

It is the bridge between two sides. 这是双方之间的桥梁。

I would even argue that it is the color 我什至认为它是颜色

That most represents God's eyes. 大多数代表上帝的眼睛。

   

Hold your breath and count to 29. 屏住呼吸数到29 。

Connect the dots and cherish every line. 连接点，珍惜每一行。

   

Paper cuts and trails aside, 剪纸和小径一边，

Make a wish and hold it tight, 许个愿，并握紧它，

This time, we'll try our very hardest not to try. 这一次，我们将尽我们很最难不要尝试。

   

'cause grey is not a compromise - 因为灰色是不是一种妥协 -

It is the bridge between two sides. 这是双方之间的桥梁。

The shores on which our stubborn land 岸边上，我们的固执土地

And restless seas collide. 和不安海域发生碰撞。

Grey is not just middle ground, 灰色不只是中间地带，

It is a truce that waits to be signed. 这是一个休战的等待签署。

I would even argue that, from where we stand, 我什至会说，从我们所处的位置，

It most represents the color of God's eyes. 它代表了最神的眼睛的颜色。

   

So, let's fold our atlas into paper planes. 所以，让我们折了阿特拉斯进纸架。

Change is slow, but I feel it taking shape. 变化是缓慢的，但我觉得它正在形成。