别丢掉
这一把过往的热情，
现在流水似的，
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在幽冷的山泉底，
在黑夜，在松林，
叹息似的渺茫，
你仍要保存着那真！
一样是明月，
一样是隔山灯火，
满天的星， 只有人不见，
梦似的挂起，
你向黑夜要回
那一句话——你仍得相信
山谷中留着
有那回音！
Don’t cast away
This handful of passion of a bygone day,
which flows like running water soft and light
Beneath the cool and tranquil fountain,
At dead of night
In pine-clad mountain,
As vague as sighs, but you
Should e’er be true.
The moon is still so bright;
Beyond the hills the lamps shed the same light,
The sky besprinkled with star upon star,
But I do not know where you are.
It seems you hang above like dreams.
You ask the dark night to give back your word,
But its echo is heard
And buried though unseen
Deep, deep in the ravine.
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