《The Crescent Moon》-1 the home

《The Crescent Moon》-1 the home

I paced alone on the road across the field while the sunset was hiding its last gold like a miser.

我独自在横跨过田地地路上走着，夕阳像一个守财奴似的，正藏起它的最后地金子。

The daylight sank deeper and deeper into the darkness, and the widowed land, whose harvest had been reaped, lay silent.

白昼更加深沉地投入黑暗之中，那已经收割了的孤寂的田地，默默地躺在那里。

I stopped for a moment in my lonely way under the starlight, and sea spread before me the darkened earth surrounding with her arms countless homes furnished with cradles and beds, mothers' hearts and evening lamps. and young lives glad with a gladness that knows nothing of its value for the world.

我在星光下独自走着的路上停留了一会，我看见黑沉沉的大地展开在我的面前，用她的手臂拥抱着无量数的家庭，在那些家庭里，有着摇篮和床铺，母亲们的新和夜晚的灯，还有年轻轻的生命，他们满心欢乐，却浑然不知这样的欢乐对于世界的价值。