And as they say, grief is only able to possess. 正如他们所说的，悲伤是唯一能够拥有。

The rotting body clad in ancient clothes 腐烂的身体穿着古代衣服

is left behind with a wave of the hand. 撂下一波的手。

   

I have gone away. The bed is cold and empty. 我已经走了。床是冷的，空虚的。

Trees bend their boughs toward the earth. 树木弯曲的树枝向地球。

And nighttime birds float as black faces. 和夜间鸟类漂浮的黑面孔。

   

It was the hand reaching out through the mirror. 这是手穿过镜子伸出。

Unknown and scarred by life... 未知和生活伤痕累累......

the luring eyes, you had never seen. 在吸引目光，你从来没有见过。

   

You have nothing more to find. 你有没有什么发现。

You have nothing more to lose. 你有没有什么可失去的。

   

The cold season drifts over the land. 寒冷的季节漂移过的土地。

They huddle in the brown corners. 他们挤在棕色的角落。

   

Some would settle for less. 有些人会退而求其次。

The castles were all empty, asleep. 城堡都是空的，睡着了。

Long awaiting their king. 长期等待他们的王。

Beckoning round the bend. 召唤拐弯。

   

Amidst the forest one would hear that I had been there. 在一片森林人会听到我曾经来过。

Draped within a fate I could not change, 命运我不能改变内搭，

and always welcoming Winter's EPILOGUE. 始终欢迎冬天的尾声。