幸福的场景可是如幻影逝去？
And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?
瞬间的欢乐消失如烟云过眼，
The transient pleasures as a vision seem,
我们却认为死是最大的痛苦。
And yet we think the greatest pain's to die.
多么奇怪呀，人在世上要流浪，
How strange it is that man on earth should roam,
要度过悲惨的一生，却不能抛开
And lead a life of woe, but not forsake
一路的坎坷；也不敢大胆想一想
His rugged path; nor dare he view alone
将来的死呵，只是从梦中醒来！
His future doom which is but to awake.