Are you cold, underground, covered with thick snow, far away from the world, in a cold and gloomy grave? How can I forget to love you when you finally cut off contact with all the time and your only lover?
Now I am lonely, but don't my thoughts wander on the northern coast and hills, resting where fern leaves and heather cover your noble heart forever? You are cold underground, and fifteen winters melt from brown hills to spring; After so many years of change and sadness, the soul that looks like memory is faithful enough! Sweet love of youth, please forgive me if I forget you. The tide of the world is pushing me involuntarily. Other wishes and hopes bother me. They protect you, but they won't be unfair to you! There is no longer a belated light shining in my sky, and there is no longer a second dawn shining for me. The happiness of my life was given by you all my life, and it has been buried with you. However, when the golden dream days passed away, even despair failed to destroy the whole life, so I learned to cherish and support life and enrich it with other things instead of joy. I forbid my young soul to long for you, I suppress useless tears of passion, I refuse my burning desire for your grave, which belongs to me more than my own.
Even so, I dare not let the soul think hard, dare not cling to the pain and ecstasy of memories; Once intoxicated with the most sacred pain, how can I seek this empty world again? [] I sit alone, I sit alone; Summer dies in a smile; I watched it leave, I watched it disappear from the misty hills and windless grass; Thought is in my soul, generate, and my heart succumbs to its power; Tears welled up in my eyes because I couldn't express my feelings clearly. At that sacred and undisturbed moment, serious happiness around me slipped in. I asked myself, "Oh, why didn't God give me that precious gift? That glorious gift gave many people to express their thoughts in poetry! " ""those dreams surround me, "I said," from the happy time of carefree childhood; Since life is still in its heyday, fanatical whimsy has provided hallucinations. "But now, when I want to sing, my finger touches a silent string; The chorus of the lyrics is still "Don't struggle any more; Everything is in vain. "
The night around me turned dark, and the wind roared coldly, but there was a heinous spell that locked me. I can't, I can't go. Huge trees are bent, and their branches are covered with snow; The snowstorm will come soon, but I can't go. Dark clouds gather above me, and the sea rushes below me; No gloom can move my heart, I don't want it, and I can't go.