无数个白昼黑夜，
我都幻想身处在一片荒野。
肆意奔跑、滚躺，
累了傻笑、哭泣。
两人也好，
自己一人
也罢。

Through countless days and nights,
I dream of being in a wasteland.
Running at will, rolling on the earth,
Exhausted, laughing or weeping like a fool.
With another, perhaps,
Or by myself alone,
No matter.