这欢欣的旋律不能使你高兴吗？不能使你回旋激荡，消失碎裂在这可怖的快乐旋转之中吗？

万物奔涌向前，它们不停留也不回顾，任何力量都不能挽住它们，它们奔涌向前。

季节应和着这急速不宁的音乐，跳舞着来了又去——色颜、声调、芬芳在这充溢的快乐里，汇注成奔流无尽的瀑泉，时时刻刻地在散逸、抛弃而消之。

Is it beyond thee to be glad with the gladness of this rhythm？To be tossed and lost and broken in the whirl of this fearful joy？

All things rush on，they stop not，they look not behind，no power can hold them back，they rush on.

Keeping steps with that restless，rapid music，seasons come dancing and pass away‐colours，tunes，and perfumes pour in endless cascades in the abounding joy that scatters and gives up and dies every moment.