Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write，for example，’the night is starry

and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance’.

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

今夜，我可以写下最哀伤的诗句。

写，譬如，‘夜镶满群星“，

泛着幽蓝在远处打着寒战

夜风在天空中回荡，浅吟轻唱。

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

I loved her，and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.

I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me，sometimes I loved her too.

How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

今夜我可以写下最忧伤的诗句。

我爱过她，有时，她也爱过我。

如同今宵样的良夜，我曾拥她入怀，

她爱过我，有时，我也爱过她。

她那双出身的大眼睛叫我怎能不爱？

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

To think that I do not have her.

To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night，still more immense without her.

And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her，

the night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all.

今夜我可以写下最忧伤的诗句。

去想我已经不再拥有她，感觉我已失去她。

聆听寂寥的夜，没有她而更加广阔。

诗句坠入我的灵魂，如同露水滑落草地。

我的爱若不能将她挽留将会怎样？

群星满夜

而她不在我身边。

这就是一切了。

In the distance someone is singing.In the distance.

My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.

My heart looks for her，and she is not with me.

远处有人在浅吟轻唱， 远远的。

我的空虚因为没有她。

我的目光搜寻她，想要把她拉近；

我的心寻找她

只有她渐渐远去。

The same night whitening the same trees.

We，of that time，are no longer the same.

I no longer love her，that’s certain，but how I loved her.

My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another’s.She will be another’s.As she was before my kisses.

Her voice，her bright body.Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her，that’s certain，but maybe I love her.

Love is so short，forgetting is so long.

相同的夜，漂白树木。

彼时，我们也不再相拥如初。

我不再爱她，的确，但我是多么地爱她。

我的声音试着循风来抚摸她的听觉。

别人的

如同她曾接受的我的千吻，

她清晰的声音，她洁白的身体，她无尽的双眼，她的一切。

她，将会是别人的。

我不再爱她，的确，但也许我还爱她。
爱情太短，遗忘太长。

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms

my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer

and these the last verses that I write for her.

借着如同无数这样的夜，我曾拥她入怀

我的灵魂因失去了她而无以慰藉。

这是她给我最后的伤痛

而这些，是我为她而写下的最后诗篇。