the first Day

I wish I could remember that first day,

First hour, first moment of your meeting me,

If bright or dim the season, it might be

Summer or Winter for aught I can say;

So unrecorded did it slip away,

So blind was I to see and to foresee,

So dull to mark the budding of my tree

That would not blossom for many a May.

If only I could recollect it, such 

A day of days! I let it come and go

As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;

It seemed to mean so little, meant so much;

If only now I could recall that touch,

First touch of hand in hand—Did one but know!

悔忘当时，与君初见，却是何月何年？阴晴冬夏，消逝转眸间。试问何其盲目？犹愚钝，相对无言。岁月过，枝繁叶茂，弹指一挥间。流年，往事去，冰销雪散，似梦如烟。看似不经意，心绪万千。难挡新愁旧恨，不应忘、酥手相牵。悔初见、当时未解、情意两缠绵。