他死了,這又能改變什麼 陽光明亮,阿爾卑斯山巔的殘雪在遠方 如閃爍的魚鱗,他的骨灰被拋向閃爍的大海 如魚鱗,我們對他的追憶 也魚鱗般漸行漸遠麼? 這又能改變什麼,他死了 He died, and what can it change In bright sunshine, the distant remnant snow at the summit of the Alps Flickers like fish scales. His ashes tossed into the flashing sea Like fish scales. Will our memories of him...