你的微笑是你自己田园里的花,你的谈吐是你自己山上的松林的萧萧;但是你的心呀,却是那个女人,那个我们全都认识的女人。 Your smile was the flowers of your own fields, your talk was the rustle of your own mountain pines, but your heart was the woman that we all know.
当我和拥挤的人群一同在路上走过时,我看见您从阳台上送过来的微笑, 我歌唱着,忘却了所有的喧哗。 While I was passing with the crowd in the road I saw thy smile from the balcony and I sang and forgot all noise.