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夜歌
朱湘
唱一支古旧古旧的歌，
朦胧的，在月下.
回忆，苍白着，远望天边
不知何处的家......
说一句悄然，悄然的话......
有如漂泊的风.
不知怎么来的，在耳语,
对了草原的梦...... 落一滴迟缓，迟缓的泪......
与露珠一样冷.
在衣衿上，心坎上，不知
何时落的，无声......
Night Song
By Zhu Xiang
Singing an old, old song, Misty, in the moonshine. Memory, so pallid, looking far at the horizon, Not knowing where my home is.
Saying a quiet, quiet word, Like the vagabond wind. Not knowing how it comes, whispering To dreams of the grassland.
Shedding a slow, slow tear, Cold as the dewdrop. On my clothes, on my heart, not knowing When it falls, silently.
Tr. William Wang
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发表于 2011-7-12 12:22:11
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