时光在头顶的弯月中飞逝无踪
世界收敛起圆弧的身形，天体划动
皇冠坠落，总督俯首
雪野上的碎屑一般静寂无声
Grand go the years in the crescent above them;
Worlds scoop their arcs, and firmaments row,
Diadems drop and Doges surrender,
Soundless as dots on a disk of snow.