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。
