那就把葬礼的幡作为婚礼的头纱，冰冷的和温暖的十指紧紧相扣，陨落的蓝星翻过夜的深渊，有人第一次在这一刻许了愿。

Then I'll replace the funeral veil with a bridal one, ice-cold interlaced tightly with warm fingers, the fallen blue star streaked across the abyssal night, for the first time someone made a wish.