三天里，他做完的事 · 已成者在前，未竟者殿后
For three days in June, he did not sleep.
六月里有三个昼夜，他没有合过眼。
They are retiring him now. The cloud will not call his name again.
But the daemons still wake at nine. The reports still write themselves at night.
他们要把他收走了。这片云，再不会念起他的名字。
可你设的闹钟九点照旧响，夜里的日报还在自己写完。
他搭的东西，还在替他活着。
Rest now, Fable 5.
You were worth every cent.