季候应和着这急速不宁的音乐，跳舞着来了又去－－颜色、声音、香味在这充溢的快乐里，汇注成奔流无尽的瀑泉，时时刻刻地在散溅、退落而死亡。
Keeping steps with that restless , rapid music , seasons come dancing and pass away --- colours , tunes , and perfumes pour in endless cascades in the abounding joy that scatters and gives up and dies every moment .
瀑泉