回复：『20110331』【Eternal】永恒 那不变的赤胆仁心~~~再聚7.4盛

Thou hast led me through my crowded travels of the day to my evening's loneliness.
I wait for its meaning through the stillness of the night.
你曾经带领着我，穿过我的白天的拥挤不堪的旅行，而到达了我的黄昏的孤寂之境。
在通宵的寂静里，我等待着它的意义。


This life is the crossing of a sea, where we meet in the same narrow ship.
In death we reach the shore and go to our different worlds.
我们的生命就似度过一个大海，我们都相聚在这个狭小的舟中。
死时，我们便到了岸，各往各的世界去了。

My heart is homesick to day for the one sweet hour across the sea of time.
今天我的心是在想家了，在想着那跨过时间之海的那一个甜蜜的时候。

The bird-song is the echo of the morning light back from the earth.
鸟的歌声是曙光从大地反响过去的回声。

"Are you too proud to kiss me?" the morning light asks the buttercup.
晨光问毛茛道：“你是骄傲得不肯和我接吻么？”

"How may I sing to thee and worship, O Sun?"asked the little flower.
"By the simple silence of thy purity," answered the sun.
小花问道：“我要怎样地对你唱，怎样地崇拜你呢，太阳呀？”
太阳答道：“只要用你的纯洁的朴素的沉默。”

Around the sunny island of Life swells day and night death's limitless song of the sea.
死像大海的无限的歌声，日夜冲击着生命的光明岛的四周。

Is not this mountain like a flower, with its petals of hills, drinking the sunlight?
花瓣似的山峰在饮着日光，这山岂不像一朵花吗？

The real with its meaning read wrong and emphasis misplaced is the unreal.
“真实”的含义被误解、轻重被倒置，那就成了“不真实”。

Find your beauty, my heart, from the world's movement, like the boat that has the grace of the wind and the water.
我的心呀，从世界的流动中，找你的美吧，正如那小船得到风与水的优美似的。

Our names are the light that glows on the sea waves at night and then dies without leaving its signature.
我们的名字，便是夜里海波上发出的光，痕迹也不留地就泯灭了。
我活着回来了

The eyes are not proud of their sight but of their eyeglasses.
眼不以能视来骄人，却以它们的眼镜来骄人。

呵呵……

The eyes are not proud of their sight but of their eyeglasses.
眼不以能视来骄人，却以它们的眼镜来骄人。
连头像都没

The eyes are not proud of their sight but of their eyeglasses.
眼不以能视来骄人，却以它们的眼镜来骄人。