7 Mind's underground moths grow filmy wings
and take a farewell flight in the sunset sky.
心底的飞蛾长着薄膜的翅膀在落日的天空作诀别的飞翔。
8 The butterfly counts not months but moments,
and has time enough.
蝴蝶计算的，不是月份，而是刹那，蝴蝶乃拥有充足的时间。
9 My thoughts,like sparks,ride on winged surprises,
carrying a single laughter. The tree gazes in love at its own beautiful shadow
which yet it never can grasp.
我的思想像火花，带了朴素的笑容，骑在有翅膀的惊异上，
那树爱慕地凝视着它美丽的影子，可是永远抓不到它。

7 Mind's underground moths grow filmy wings
and take a farewell flight in the sunset sky.
心底的飞蛾长着薄膜的翅膀在落日的天空作诀别的飞翔。
8 The butterfly counts not months but moments,
and has time enough.
蝴蝶计算的，不是月份，而是刹那，蝴蝶乃拥有充足的时间。
9 My thoughts,like sparks,ride on winged surprises,
carrying a single laughter. The tree gazes in love at its own beautiful shadow
which yet it never can grasp.
我的思想像火花，带了朴素的笑容，骑在有翅膀的惊异上，
那树爱慕地凝视着它美丽的影子，可是永远抓不到它。