Tomorrow at dawn

I want to share with you a poem by Hugo, a great French writer. 1843 On September 4th, Hugo 19-year-old daughter Leopold Tina and her new husband rowed on the Seine River, and both husband and wife drowned. Hugo, 4 1 year-old, was very sad and couldn't help himself for a long time. This poem was published on the fourth anniversary of my daughter.

Tomorrow, at dawn

Tomorrow at dawn, when the fields are twilight, I will start.

Listen, I know you're waiting for me.

Over the mountains and through the forest, in a world far away from you, I don't want to stay for a moment.

I think silently, walk alone, and the outside world doesn't look or smell.

I bent down with my hands behind my back, walking in a hurry and full of sadness, and the day came like night.

I don't stare at the splendor of the golden sunset, nor overlook the sails sailing for Port Alf.

When I arrive, I will put a bunch of green holly and a blooming Osnan next to your grave.

(Translated from the Internet)

original text

Des Laube, Des Moines

Victor Hugo

I'll take part if you like.

Hello, I knew you would go.

You are in the forest, and you are in Montagne.

I don't need more money.

I want to express my thoughts,

No sound, no words,

Seul，inconnu，le dos courbé，les mains croisées，

At three o'clock, today is my birthday.

I don't know if you will come back tonight,

You are a descendant of Havler,

When I arrive, I will look for Tom.