My heart is aching, sleepy and numb. My heart is aching, sleepy and numb.
My feelings, like the hemlock I drank, pierced my feelings, as if I had drunk poison.
Or pour some tasteless opium into the sewer just like swallowing opium.
A minute later, the Leeds River had sunk, so he sank into Leeds and forgot the river.
I'm not jealous of your good luck.
But I'm so happy-but your happiness makes me so happy-
Thought that the winged trees dried up, because in the bright world of the forest.
In some melodious plots, you, the light-winged fairy.
Beech green and countless shadows, you hide in lush green and beech shadows.
Sing summer with the loudest voice. Open your voice and sing summer.
Ah, for a bottle of wine! Well, if there is a sip of wine, it will be refrigerated.
It has been cooled for a long time in the deeply dug soil, which is a kind of mellow wine that has been underground for many years.
Tasting plants and green countryside reminds people of green countryside.
Dance, Provence songs, sunny laughter! Think of flowers, love songs, sunshine and dancing.
Well, if there is a cup of warmth from the south, I want a beaker full of warmth from the south.
Full of truth, bright red spiritual spring, full of bright red source of inspiration.
Bead bubbles flicker at the edge, and pearl bubbles go out at the edge of the cup.
And a purple mouth, stain your lips with purple spots.
I can drink it so that the world can't see it. I want to drink it all at once and die quietly.
With the gradual disappearance in the darkness of the forest. Disappear with you in the dark forest.
Fade far away, dissolve, and quit. Forget far away, far away, let me forget.
What you never know in the leaves, what you never know in the leaves.
Fatigue, fever and anxiety forget this kind of fatigue, fever and anxiety.
Here, people sit together and listen to each other's groans; This makes people lament the world.
Paralysis, trembling, fever, sadness, and finally gray hair. Here, youth, paleness, emaciation and death.
There, youth becomes pale, haggard and dead; And there are a few white hairs that are paralyzed.
Here, not thinking is full of sadness, it is full of a little thinking.
And leaden eyes in despair; Sadness and despair
There, beauty can't keep her lascivious eyes, but beauty can't keep the brilliance of bright eyes.
Or new love will languish for them after tomorrow. The new love will wither before tomorrow.
Go away. Go away. Because I want to fly to you, go! Let's go I want to fly to you.
Without the driving of Bacchus and his companions, you don't have to take the leopard car with Dionysus.
But on the invisible wings of poetry, I want to spread the invisible wings of poetry.
Through dull brain subsidies and rewards. Although this brain is already sleepy and tired.
I am already with you! The night is gentle, yes, I have gone with you.
Happily, the Moon Queen was on her throne, and the night was so gentle that she ascended the throne a month later.
Gather around all her stars; There are a group of stars around to watch over her.
But there is no light here, but it is not very bright here.
There is nothing but a ray of sky light carried away by the breeze.
Through the lush darkness and winding moss road. Lush darkness and winding moss paths
I can't see what flowers are at my feet, I can't see what flowers are at my feet.
Nothing soft hangs on the branches, and what fragrant flowers hang on the branches?
However, in the embalmed darkness, guessing every sweetness in the warm darkness, I can only guess.
With the change of seasons, what kind of perfume should I put on at the moment?
Grass, thick, wild fruit trees-give this fruit tree, Lin Mang and grass.
White hawthorn and pastoral; This white bitter orange flower and the rose in the field
Violets that wither rapidly under the cover of leaves; Violets that wither easily in this pile of green leaves
And the boss in mid-May, and the pet in mid-May.
The upcoming musk rose, wine full of dew, is a musk rose full of dew.
The buzzing sound of catching flies in summer nights. It has become a harbor for gnat buzzing camp in summer night.
I listened to the darkness; How many times have I listened in the dark? How many times?
I have half fallen in love with a comfortable death, and I almost fell in love with a quiet death.
In many thoughtful rhymes, I call him by gentle names, and I have exhausted my language in my poems.
Bring my quiet breath into the air; Begging him to spread my breath into the air.
Now death seems to be richer than ever, now, how rich death is.
Stop painlessly at midnight and die at midnight.
When you pour out your soul, when you pour out your heart.
In such ecstasy! Send out such ecstasy
You will still sing, and my ears are empty-you will still sing, but I won't listen.
Satisfy your strong need to be an asshole. Your mang song can only be sung to mud grass.
Immortal bird, you were not born to die! Immortal bird, you won't die.
No hungry generation tramples on you; The hungry generation can't ravage you.
The voice I heard tonight, I overheard a song.
Ancient emperors and crows: a time to make ancient emperors and villagers happy.
Maybe the same song found a way. Maybe this song has aroused.
Through Ruth's sad heart, when she is homesick, Ruth's sad heart makes her cry.
She stood in a strange cornfield with tears in her eyes; Standing in a foreign rice field, I miss my hometown.
The same thing is often that the voice is often
Charming magic box, the opening on the foam activates the window sash in the lost fairyland.
A dangerous ocean, in an abandoned fairyland. A beautiful woman looked at the sinister waves.
Lonely! This word is like the death knell. This sentence is like thunder.
Let me go back to myself from you! Let me save myself.
Goodbye! Fantasy can't cheat so well. Bye! Fantasy, this deceitful devil boy
Deceiving elves, as she is famous for. You can't always play tricks on it.
Goodbye! Goodbye! Your sad hymn is gone, goodbye! Farewell! The song you complain about
Pass through the nearby grass, cross the still stream, flow through the lawn, and flow through the quiet stream.
Climb the hillside; Now it's buried deep. Slip up the hill while it's still deep.
In the next valley-glade: buried in a nearby valley.
Is this an illusion or a waking dream? Is this an illusion or a dream?
The music is gone-am I awake or asleep? That song is gone. -Am I sleeping? Is it awake?