What's Golden Kindergarten?

I once travelled to a place, when the sun was bright,while the moon yet to rise. 我曾经到过一个地方,一个日光高曜,轮月未明的地方. There, I met something upon the solid sea of amber. 在那橘黄色的蒸腾海洋上,我遇到了她. There, luna spoke no more. She just stared right back at me, within such tranquility. 她没有说话,只是安静的看着我,就像那不言的月华. The sun, dimmed, froze me bizarrely. Thus making me stand upon this chilly cold afternoon,coloring me in a reckless, yet so kaleidoscopic way. 阳光黯淡,照得我不禁颤栗,却是在这个刺骨寒冷的午后,让我站立的内心与身躯满怀诡异的斑斓. Then, I shall wonder: to treat one like Jesus, to truly wonder upon sea of still and stiff, a mostly imaginative and tragic tale, yet acquired the excellence of beauty and serenity. 于是,我便想:假使把人们都当作耶稣,让所有人都得以如此凝滞的海面上游走的神力,虽说是个充满想象,又让人心伤的童话,但故事暗藏的那美丽与宁静之意味,却是不可否认的美好. I shall be there, but I can't walk there, for being such a realist. 我应该在那海里,但我没办法走在那里,因为我不相信童话. I shall see there, but I can't bathe there, for being afraid of suffocation. 我应该能看到那里,但我不能在那里洗澡,因为我害怕溺水窒息. Therefore, as a part-time daydreamer, I tend to have it this way: to treat the sea of Autumn and tangerine as fields of flowers within golden delight. 故而,自诩作半个白日梦专家,我决定去如此妥协:去将这片秋与橘的海洋当作金色的花亩,让我得以脚踏实地的感慨. A Golden Garden, where I can safely walk upon with my indigenous indulgence, need no more to brave the vast sea and boiled waves, to make bathing and drowning a share holder of my dream, along with no more teasing engaged. 一片金色的花园,让先天的感与思自此无恙,让面对汪洋与蒸流的胆怯自此安详,让沐浴共水溺共游一梦,使那忧虑自此徜徉. For being such a lunatic and childish one,to sing and dance with my Flowers of imagination and love,I prefer to stress this trait and the wonder of it, thus made a Garden finally a "Kindergarten". 作为一个喜欢胡言乱语而又幼稚的人,作为一个幻想与情与思的花朵共舞的人,尽管有些难以启齿,但是我还是想要强调这种有趣而又实在美好的情思的.故而,一个"很幼稚的"花园,便被我双关作了幼稚园. Not exactly childish, but just metaphorical,a more kaleidoscopic, psychedelic, and sincere chime to my scents and tones of my fellow dandelions, grasses,and autumn breezes. of all that's golden and wunderbar. 幼稚园并不完全指代幼稚,只是比喻着的,去向我花园中的蒲公英,小草,还有秋风种种,送出一份更斑斓,更沉浸,也更加真心的赞歌与长吟. Perhaps, there was once a kiddo running around this kindergarten, without nurturing,acting instinctively. 曾几何时,在这个幼稚园里,可能真的有过一个奔跑的小孩.一个不知滋养,肆意游荡的小孩. But I shall never ever see, for it's merely a dream. 但我兴许永远不会得知真相,因为这不过梦境一场嘛. For it might've been me. 因为我真的无从知晓啊. See him, feel him, touch him,and leave him. 所以,我只能希望,有朝一日,我能够看见他,可以关心他,兴许拥抱他,最后送他回家. to mimic, a Golden Kindergarten of me. 我只能如此去希望,去尽可能的描绘,描摹出我心中的那片,一直存在的金色花园吧. Let me hope so:From the night hereafter,the marquee moon shall rise at first sight,set the sun sleep tight. 让我如此畅想吧:兴许自那不眠的长夜真正醒来的那刻,那金色的月光会第一次升起,让那太阳不再孤悬吧.