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徘徊在自己积聚的宝货之间，我觉得自己像一只蠕虫，栖身黑暗之中，以孳生自己的果实为食。
我离开了这座腐朽的牢狱。
我不愿流连于霉变的静止，因为我企求永恒的青春；所有那些既非我生命本真、又不似我笑声般轻盈的东西，我都已舍弃。
我奔跑着穿过光阴，我的心啊，你的马车上舞动着一个且行且歌的诗人。
When I lingered among my hoarded treasure I felt like a worm that feeds in the dark upon the fruit where it was born.
I leave this prison of decay.
I care not to haunt the mouldy stillness， for I go in search of everlasting youth； I throw away all that is not one with my life nor as light as my laughter.
I run through time and， O my heart， in your chariot dances the poet who sings while he wanders.
