Fioletowy Lilak

Mówiłeś, że kochasz liliowy najbardziej,
   bo tego kwiatu jest twoja imię 
Cóż za smutny kwiat, co osoby sentymentalny
Gdy kwiaty więdną, gdy zamrożenie ekranu
Co delikatny kwiat, ale nie jesteś w stanie ukryć się
   przed wiatrem i deszczem
Wędrując przez całe twoja życie,
   jesteś była tkania wiele piękne marzeń
W takim pośpiechu idziesz,
   pozostawiając tylko zmartwień się na resztę mojego życia

W przed twoja grób, teraz jest całe pokryte kwiatami.
   To jest piękno, chciałeś ją skwapliwie
Widzisz teraz kwiaty są na całym wzgórza i doliny.
   Czy nadal czuje się samotny?
Słyszysz teraz ktoś śpiewa tę piosenkę,
   które Jesteś najbardziej kochał
Od tego czasu, co na ziemi tobie nie potrzebują do obaw

Na dziedzińcu jest obsadzone wszystkie Lilak.
   Piękne fioletowe kwiaty kwiat w całej stoczni.
Jestem tutaj z nią, i spędzić całe moje życie
   w celu ochrony fioletowe Lilak.

A Lane in the Rain

Alone holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wander along a long, solitary lane in the rain.  I am hoping to encounter a girl with the notion of lilacs, gnawed by anxiety and resentment.  A girl who is with the color of lilacs, the fragrance of lilacs, the worries of lilacs.  And in the rain she is melancholic, sad and anxious.  Holding an oil-paper umbrella, She hovers around this solitary lane in the rain like I do.   Similar to me, she wanders along quietly, indifferently, desolately, and melanchotically.

Silently she comes closer, and closer.  She gives me a glance seems like a sigh.  Then she floats past by, like in a dream.   Dreary and confused like a dream.  Same as a single lilac, floating by as a dream, this lass sways past through me.  Silently she goes further and further, to the crumbling wall, out of the lane in the rain.

In the mournful melody of the rain, her color faded, her fragrance disappeared and vanished into the void, even together with her sigh like glance,  lilacs like melancholy.  Alone holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wander along a long, solitary lane in the rain.  I am hoping to encounter a girl with the notion of lilacs, gnawed by anxiety and resentment.

Dai Wang-shu

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Comptine d'un autre été

The music and the pictures subtly show an old man's retentiveness.
Those who know how to remember, know how to treasure memories.
Is that we could only learn what to cherish when we lost them?
Is that we could only find the tenderness when we don't have it any more?
Perhaps …… perhaps ……
We could only be considered complete when live with regrets.

A person who knows how to play piano has felicity.
With the lips closed, he could still tell everything,
happy, anger, sadness and joy.

Let tears and laughter flow between the fingers,
scene after scene, time after time,
like the rhyme of another summer ……

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The Daemon Lover

Also known as "James Harris" or "The House Carpenter" is a popular ballad from Britain.  It tells the story of a man (usually the Devil), who returns to a former lover after a very long absence, and finds her with a husband (usually a carpenter) and a baby.  He entices her to leave both behind and come with him, luring her with many ships laden with treasure.  Together they board one of his ships, and she is surprised to find that the ship does not have a crew, and put to sea.

She soon begins to lament leaving behind her child, but is heartened by spying a bright hill in the distance.  Her lover informs her that the hill is heaven, where they are not bound.  Instead he indicates a much darker coast, which he tells her is hell, their destination.  And then  the ship is wrecked by a storm at sea, drowning them both.

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