我想我培植了紧张的感情

I think I grow tensions

好象花朵

like flowers

在树林里，那儿

in a wood where

没有人经过。

nobody goes.

每一个创口都是完整的

Each wound is perfect,

在那微小不可见的花朵里

encloses itself in a tiny

封锁着自己

imperceptible blossom,

产生痛苦

making pain.

痛苦是一朵花，象那朵

Pain is a flower like that one,

象这朵

like this one,

象那朵

like that one,

象这朵

like this one.