幻影开始在这个肮脏的背景上流荡、燃烧起来。

On this befouled background visions began to flow and burn.

流荡的春风来到你荒凉的居所。它带来了香花的消失——就是那素来供养你的香花，现在却无人来呈献了。

In your desolate dwelling comes the vagrant spring breeze. It brings the tidings of flowers — the flowers that for your worship are offered no more.