Hood [England]
Another unfortunate person.
Tired of breathing.
A rash comedian.
End yourself!
Pick her up gently,
Lift it carefully:
So young and beautiful,
What a slim figure!
Clothes cling to the body,
Looks like a shroud;
The waves soaked the clothes,
The river can't stop dripping;
Pick her up quickly,-
Be kind, not disgusted.
Don't despise touching her,
Send her a little sadness,
Be kind to her,
Don't pursue stains;
Now everything she left behind.
It's all feminine tenderness.
Don't blame too much.
Her rebellious behavior
Careless and irresponsible;
Death has been lifted.
The humiliation she suffered,
Only beauty is left.
Even though she slipped—
This relative of Eve,
Please take it off her poor lips.
Wipe off the oozing mucus.
Her long hair is messy—
Golden brown hair,
Please tie it for her;
And curiosity in speculation:
Where does her family live?
Who is her father?
Who's her mother?
Did she ever have a brother?
Did she ever have a sister?
Maybe there's someone else.
Closer than anyone else, philosophical stories,
Closer than anyone?
Oh, what a pity,
The mercy of Christianity
It's hard to find in the sun!
Ah, poor thing,
On the edge of the whole city
She's homeless!
Regardless of mom and dad,
Or brothers and sisters,
All feelings have changed;
Facing the cruel facts,
Love rolled down the hill;
Even the will of God.
It seems to have turned over, too.
Looking at the river, there are thousands of lights.
Ripple in the river.
Look at those countless windows.
From the first floor to the top floor
The light is on,
She was homeless at night,
Staring at this place in surprise.
To her horror,
The cold wind in early spring is sad,
The bridge is not so depressing,
It's not that Blackwater is in a hurry;
Fascinated by life,
Does God want to die? ;
Let the running water take it away, quickly!
No matter where you go,
As long as it is outside this world!
She threw herself into it,
Although the river is cold,
Despite the heavy waves, I rushed over. ......
You, slutty man,
Standing on the river bank and imagining,
Think about it. If you are brave enough,
Wash with water and have a drink!
Pick her up gently,
Lift it carefully:
So young and beautiful,
What a slim figure!
Using her cold limbs
Not exactly? It's hard,
Gently, gently
Put her away and let her lie flat;
And close it for her.
Eyes that don't move!
Through the dirty sludge
How terrible this gaze is,
As if at a decisive moment
She turned her desperate eyes
Staring at the future solidification.
She destroyed herself in frustration,—
Abuse and insult,
Ruthless,
Crazy fool? ,
Forcing her to rest in peace prematurely.
Hands crossed,
Put it on her chest,
As if praying silently!
Admit her weakness,
Admit her fault,
Speak her sins humbly.
Give it to the rescue captain!