Traveler, do you have to go?
The night was quiet and I slept in the Woods in the dark.
The terrace is brightly lit, full of flowers, and young eyes are still awake.
Traveler, do you have to go?
We never tied your feet with pleading arms,
Your door is open and your saddle is standing at the door.
If we want to get in your way, it's just our song.
If we try to stop you, it's only with our eyes.
Traveler, we can't keep you. We only have tears.
What is the eternal fire shining in your eyes?
What restless fanaticism is running in your blood?
What is calling you in the dark? What terrible magic do you see in the stars in the sky?
Is it the night that came into your silent and eccentric heart with sealed secret information?
Tired heart,
If you don't like happy parties, if you have to be quiet,
We will put out our lights and stop playing our harp.
We just sat quietly in the rustling leaves in the dark, and the tired moon.
Will shed pale light on your window.
Traveler, what sleepless spirit touched you from the heart of midnight?
Striking the heartstrings-Tagore
The music of your harp.
Ups and downs, changes
The strings are quietly tied to me.
Heartstrings.
Since then, my heart has been all year round.
With the music you play
Clark,
My soul is with your melody.
The waves are rippling.
Your eyes are as bright as mine.
The lamp of hope,
Your floral fragrance blends in.
My vision.
Since then, day and night,
In your incomparable beauty
My heart shines and blooms,
Shake gently,
The shadow of my soul is faintly visible.
Your face.
The farthest distance in the world-Tagore [India]
The furthest distance in the world
Not life and death.
It's that I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
No, I'm standing right in front of you, and you don't know that I love you.
But knowing that we love each other but can't be together.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that you can't be together when you know you love each other.
But when I can't resist this yearning, I will still pretend that I don't have you in my heart.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't resist this yearning, but that I'm still pretending that I haven't put you in my heart at all.
Instead, I dug an insurmountable ditch for the person who loves you with my indifferent heart.
If I have never met you in my life-Tagore
If I had never met you in my life,
It always makes me wish I could meet-
Let me never forget,
Let me dream with this sad pain when I wake up.
When I spent my time in a busy city in the world,
When I hold the daily profit in my hand,
Makes me feel like I have nothing-
Let me never forget,
Let me dream with this sad pain when I wake up.
When I was sitting on the side of the road, tired and panting,
When I was lying in the dust,
Let me always remember that the road ahead is still long-
Let me never forget,
Let me dream with this sad pain when I wake up.
When my house is decorated and the flute is played,
When laughter is loud,
Makes me feel like I didn't invite you-
Let me never forget,
Let me dream with this sad pain when I wake up.
The Binding of Ideas —— Carl Sandberg
I want to go to the beach, the fields,
Tears, laughter.
I thought about the home I built—
It was blown away by the wind again.
I want to party,
But every party is a farewell.
I think of the stars running in loneliness,
The orioles are in pairs, and the sunset is crazy.
Disappear into the darkness.
I want to cross the vast universe,
Go to the next planet, go to the last planet.
I want to leave a few tears,
And some laughter.
Olympic bid translation
As long as you love once-Wang Guozhen
If we never met.
Maybe the mood will never be heavy.
If you really miss it,
I'm afraid life will not be easy.
A look
Enough for the heart to cross the hurricane.
On barren land
Learn more about the scenery
long journey
This is enough to make a weak heart haggard.
Every time I look at Qiu Shui,
I wish I could cry.
How can death not be leisurely?
How can love be indifferent?
As long as you have been in love once.
It's a life without regrets.
"First Love"-[Japan] Shimazaki Tōson
Remember the first meeting under the apple tree?
Your dark clouds have just been tied up.
A carving comb is inserted obliquely on the head.
With a face as beautiful as flowers and jade
You warmly extend your white hand.
Tuck the apple into my arms.
Slightly flushed autumn fruit
Just like our relationship.
But I accidentally spit.
Gently landed on your temple.
The cup of happiness and love
Fill your sweetness and gentleness.
In that apple orchard
There is a natural road.
Ask me shyly.
Who stepped out first?