And not one will know of the war, not one will care at last when it is done.
當戰爭成為現實,沒有人知道沒有人憂傷
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, if mankind perished utterly;
如果人類悲哀地死去,沒有人在意,甚至鳥和樹也是這樣
And Spring herself when she woke at dawn
春天她自己卻在黎明甦醒
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
她並不知道我們已滅亡
即使這個世界崩潰
你還記得我們的永遠嗎....