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I plucked your flower, O world！
I pressed it to my heart and the thorn pricked.
When the day waned and it darkened, I found that the flower had faded, but the pain remained.
More flowers will come to you with perfume and pride, O world!
But my time for flower-gathering is over, and through the dark night I have not my rose, only the pain remains.
译文：
世界啊，我摘了你的花朵！
我将其紧贴在心口，花刺痛了我。
白昼消逝天色昏暗，我发现花已凋零，而疼痛依旧。
世界啊，将有更多花朵带着芬芳与骄傲涌向你！
但我摘花的时间已过，在黑夜中我失去了玫瑰，只有疼痛依旧。
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