The Surroundings Utter No Sound
The surroundings utter no sound.
Time suddenly ceases.
Gently you fall into my arms.
The years of a lifetime never reach a hundred,
Yet they contain a thousand years’ sorrow.
When days are short and the dull night long,
Why not take a walk alone in the moonlight?
The bright moon, again, how white it shines,
Shines down on my lonely bed.
For a long time I have stayed in bed with my thoughts,
Racked by sorrow I toss and cannot sleep.
Picking up my clothes, I wander up and down.
The stars and planets are all grown dim in the sky,
Facing the moon, I stand hesitating, alone.
To whom can I tell my sad thought?
The good time will probably never come back again.
In a moment, our parting will be over.
Anxiously, I stopped the car by the roadside,
Hesitating, we hold hands.
The clouds above are floating across the sky,
Swiftly, swiftly passing, or blending together.
Petals fall quietly, birds call in the hills.
From now onwards, long must be our parting,
So let us stop once more for a while.
Like mountain streams, we part and meet again.
Everything is still,
Except the occasional lonely bark of a dog.
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