Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I shot an arrow into the air,
I shot an arrow into the sky,
It fell to the ground, I don't know where it is;
It landed somewhere on the ground;
Because it flies so fast,
It flies too fast,
Unable to follow its flight.
No line of sight can follow its footsteps.
I sang a song in the air,
I sang softly to the sky,
It fell to the ground, I don't know where it is;
It disappears in the corner of nowhere;
Because whose eyes are so keen and intense,
Whose eyes are so sharp,
Can follow the flight of the song.
Can keep up with the melody of the song
A long time later, in an oak tree,
A long time later, in an oak tree,
I found that the arrow was still not broken;
I found the arrow still intact;
This song, from beginning to end,
From the beginning to the end of that song,
I found it in a friend's heart again.
Deeply imprinted in the hearts of friends.