Year: Soviet Russia
Author: Ye Saining
I don't regret it, I don't call, I don't cry,
Everything will pass ... like a mist in an apple blossom.
Golden leaves fill my heart-
I'm not a teenager anymore.
My heart, you have begun to cool quietly,
Now I won't jump like that:
This home woven with birch patterns,
Can no longer attract me to stay barefoot.
The passion of the wanderer! Seeing you less and less,
Prompted me to spit out hot words gently.
Ah, I wasted the Spring Festival!
The hatred and unrestrained emotion!
Now I'm tired of looking forward to the future,
Life, are you a dream?
It seems that I am on a noisy spring morning.
Ride on a rosy horse.
The yellow leaves of the maple tree are silent,
The world will rot without a trace. ...
All beings in the world, you are endless,
I wish you happiness and prosperity forever!