There are so many things which are

There are so many things which are impossible to explain! Why should certain chords in music make me think of the brown and golden tints of autumn foliage? Why should the Mass of Sainte Cécile bend my thoughts wandering among caverns whose walls blaze with ragged masses of virgin silver? What was it in the roar and turmoil of Broadway at six o'clock that flashed before my eyes the picture of a still Breton forest where sunlight filtered through spring foliage and Sylvia bent, half curiously, half tenderly, over a small green lizard, murmuring: "To think that this also is a little ward of God!

結果 (繁體中文) 1:

有這麼多的事情，是無法解釋 ！為什麼應某些和絃音樂讓我想起秋葉棕色和金色色調？為什麼應該聖亮子大眾折彎我思緒游離在洞穴的牆壁萬紫千紅，衣衫襤褸的群眾的處女銀？什麼是它在這轟鳴聲和百老匯的風暴在 6 上午，在我眼前閃過的圖片仍然布列塔尼的森林，那裡陽光透過春天樹葉和西爾維婭俯下身去，半好奇、 半溫柔地，一隻綠色的小蜥蜴，喃喃說一聲："想想看這也是神小病房 ！

結果 (繁體中文) 2:

有這麼多的東西是無法解釋！為什麼要在音樂的某個和弦讓我想起秋天的葉子的棕色和金色色調的？為什麼聖塞西爾的質量讓我的思緒洞穴的牆壁開拓與衣衫襤褸的群眾處女白銀之間徘徊？那是什麼在百老匯的轟鳴聲和動盪六點鐘之前，我的眼睛閃過仍布列塔尼森林的畫面，通過彈簧的枝葉和西爾維亞彎曲，一半好奇，一半在那裡的陽光溫柔地過濾，過一個綠色的小蜥蜴，口中念念有詞：“想想看，這也是上帝的一個小病房！