时光在头顶的弯月中飞逝无踪 世界收敛起圆弧的身形，天体划动 皇冠坠落，总督俯首 雪野上的碎屑一般静寂无声 Grand go the years in the crescent above them; Worlds scoop their arcs, and firmaments row, Diadems drop and Doges surrender, Soundless as dots on a disk of snow.