I’m thinking of holt and hatching in the mill,the secret of durable pigments,prophetic lament of Oompa Loompa,the refuge of the sweet.
And this is the only immortality you and I may share,my Willy.
我想起工厂里的林地与阴影,永不褪色的色素之谜,先知般的奥帕伦帕挽歌与糖果的避难所,这是你我能够共享的唯一的不朽,我的威利。