转一下，目光所及变了模样。
翻一下，石头是注脚，也是不会消失的回响。
花与水在光里变化，心与手也在纸上慢慢显影。
有些真心话，写到一半，才会被自己认出。
Turn it, and what meets the eye is transformed.
Turn a page, and the stone becomes a footnote — and an echo that never fades.
Flowers and water shift in the light; heart and hand slowly develop on the page.
Some heartfelt words are only recognized by oneself once they are half written.