回忆 - by July 我总是想像 多年以后 我与你重逢 在这个你热爱的城市 一间有风景的房间 秋天,那一条大河 流过了所有的码头,港口 和岁月 涌进窗来 你的头发,已和 岸边的芦苇 一起 在太阳下变白
我只想 默默地看着你 然后说 你老了 从你离我而去的 时刻 有一年的二月 很冷 我在北方的街上 看一朵 悲伤的芍药 死去
七月, 和上一首。。。 - By Immanuel 无语 心弦忧郁地婉转 一个个音符真诚地探测过 最深处的情愫 也许, 提琴的美 比得上柔软的躯体 在达达或者未来主义里萎落 在你无绪的追寻里游动 他们说这是人间的天籁 我却知道,你的道路 漫长而曲折 而生活终于把你折服 倾心的对话 正是这无语的时刻 笑一笑吧,你爱过 也被爱过 July, - By Immanuel
I am "bugged" by the beauty of this small poem and wound dare to render it into English. Forgive me, if I have touched its purity and simplicity. Love Sun ================== Memory Always I envision To meet you again after years In this beloved city of yours In the room with a view And that grand river, in Autumn Floats over all docks and ports years and days, then through the window, it flows in Your hair would have grown white With reed along the banks Under the Sun
And dumbly would I gaze at you then say You have aged From the time we parted Chilly is this February of some year or other Me, on a street in the North Witnessing a sad peony passed away
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