有趣的灵魂,明亮的日子。

Don't forget

        This handful of passion of a bygone day,

  which flows like running water soft and light

  Beneath the cool and tranquil fountain,

  At dead of night

  In pine-clad mountain,

  As vague as sighs, 

  but you

  Should e’er be true.

  The moon is still so bright;

  Beyond the hills the lamps shed the same light,

  The sky besprinkled with star upon star,

  But I do not know where you are.

  It seems you hang above like dreams.

  You ask the dark night to give back your word,

  But its echo is heard

  And buried though unseen

  Deep, deep in the ravine.

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